Sa Yo Silent Sanctuary Novels & Stories

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

One Year Later Location The Borderlands Sanctuary The world didn’t end. It just… softened. They built it slowly stone by stone, vow by vow. Not a kingdom. Not a throne. A home. Far from Crescent’s rigid towers. Far from Red Moon’s bloodstained soil. A sanctuary carved from peace. Silas knelt by the garden bed, fingers sunk in the warm earth. His bond mark was still there but it didn’t burn anymore. It pulsed like a heartbeat.

Skylar and his wolf were on their own little world when he heard a muffled sound of the alpha’s voice calling for Kylo Only then Skylar realized he had been looking up to the moon in a daze. The rustling sound grew louder in his ears as not only his father came to his direction but also a few others. He met his father's eyes and walked away shortly after. He told him why he did what he did through the link. With that, no one stopped him from going back to the pack house. "Take them to the infirmary." Alpha Rigodon ordered his warriors. "Yes, Alpha." It was the answer of four voices in unison. As he walked towards the house, Skylar felt someone's eyes looking at him. He looked towards the eas

The Konstantino family had owned it for years, though these days they tend to rent it out from time to time. I didn’t want to show it too much, but I was really excited about this trip. A whole weekend. Just the three of us? Yes, please. “Music?” I asked, reaching for the stereo. “Please, yes,” Kyler said from MY space in the front. “Silas has had us in silence for the past fifteen minutes like we’re driving to a funeral.” “Nothing bad with silence.” Silas defended. I scrolled through Sila’s carefully curated playlists and picked one randomly. It was soft instrumental and jazzy.

"It never gets easier." "No?" She should not have asked. "No." The answer somehow hurt more. Late that night, the sanctuary finally grew quiet. Not peaceful. Never peaceful. Exhaustion eating them up. The kind of silence that follows tragedy. Cinthye stood alone on the balcony overlooking the mountains. Smoke still drifted from the western wall, the stars looked dimmer tonight. A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "You should be sleeping." His baritone voice shattering the silence. Of course, she didn't turn around.

Wednesday, 2:30 PM (Local Time). Location Zero. The Atlantic Ocean was calm today, a flat sheet of turquoise glass stretching to the horizon. But inside the white concrete walls of The Sanctuary, the air was suffocating. Sophia sat in the common room a sterile, high-end lounge with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of her prison. She was wearing the facility's uniform: loose white linen pants and a matching tunic. No shoes. She was curled up on a beige sofa, her eyes glued to the large wall-mounted television.