Safe Haven Novels & Stories

Before walking through, I took one last look at him. “Have a safe flight.” Standing outside the crowd, George wept silently. This time, I didn’t stop for him. As the plane took off, the cityscape outside the window shrank into the distance. I switched my phone into airplane mode. One second before the screen went dark, a text message from George slipped through. “I’m sorry, Millie.” I didn’t respond to his text. The clouds unfolded outside the window. The sunlight poured into the cabin. It was perfectly bright.

My phone buzzed. Mila. > Alive? > Define alive. > Not a corpse or a lab rat at this exact moment. > Then yes. > Good. Safehouse tonight. Bring your assassination spreadsheets. I looked up at Jax. “Detour,” I said. “Mila wants to play war council.” He snorted. “Of course she does,” he said. “Tell her I’m charging her double for babysitting.” *** The safehouse was one of those generic Brooklyn walk‑ups that could swallow a thousand lives without ever being noticed: peeling brick, four buzzers, no names. The apartment itself was a furnished rental above a laundromat, the steady hum of machines below serving as white noise.

Around her, other people shifted closer without speaking, bodies unconsciously clustering the way animals did when the dark pressed in. Proximity thickened the quiet. Community as shield, she realized. Not safety—pressure held together. Rafael moved back to her side. “Rules don’t change because the walls are thick,” he said quietly. “No names. No phones. No patterns. No going out alone.” Nori nodded. The truth settled in her bones: safe places could be pressured into collapse. Sanctuary wasn’t a fortress. It was a pause. The door creaked open. A figure stumbled in, breath ragged, eyes too bright. Someone guided them gently, murmuring reassurances that sounded rehearsed. Nori’s gaze dropped t

OFF THE GRID As Maya followed Raven into the building, she was struck by its simplicity. The interior was sparse, with plain walls and a single table in the center of the room. Raven gestured for Maya to sit down, and she did, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of what was going on. Echo sat down beside her, her eyes fixed intently on Raven. Raven took a deep breath, her expression serious. "This is a safehouse," she said. "A place where we can hide out for a while."

"But we won't let that happen! If we know the horde is coming in two weeks, we leave in one week! We go to the mall early, before the horde!" Alice was writing this down fast. "What else?" Alice asked, her eyes sharp. Author interview mode. I took a deep breath. This was the hard part. "After the mall, you go to find Safe Haven. SafeHaven is a real city, with strong metal walls that keeps millions of zombies away. But on the way, you meet Hex #2, Maw. He's big, like three meters, has his mouth in stomach. He kills..." I stopped. I couldn't say it in front of them. "He kills some of you in the book. Vera gets hurt bad."

Chapter 97 The safehouse was supposed to be temporary. Three days. Maybe four. Just long enough to regroup, patch Cassian together, and figure out how to stop Vale before she activated whatever nightmare she had stolen from the remaining divisions. Instead It felt dangerously domestic. Luca hated it. Mostly because he liked it. The safehouse sat deep within the foothills outside Milan, hidden between dense forest and abandoned vineyards. Far from the ruins of Division Seven. Far from the Program.

Theo POV “Our new safe house”, I let out. This place has been built exactly for a war situation. There’s no cell signal, and we are surrounded by a forest and an electrified fence that signals when anyone tries to cut the circuit. It can only be done from the inside, and we only have our most trusted people here. No one else knows where we are, not even the rest of our guys. We will be driving instead of flying out of here, but we will be getting helicopters any time we need to go to New York.

He unconsciously walked as if he already knew where to sit which is absolutely right while Lara followed him, thinking that he investigated everything for her; oblivious of how Hazard took advantage of her date with him, just so he could meet his beloved. To: Lousy I'm here. Take care of my car, and make sure it's sanitized. Especially, the passenger seat before donating it to the Haven of the Children. Lousy, who received it just frowned before stomping on his cigarette. "I'm on leave for fuck's sake," he said irritatedly yet he acted accordingly. He is after all forever indebted to Hazard, aside from being his close friend. Lousy didn't type a reply and just went ahead to finish his task a

The father is unconscious, but the mother is looking at us with her one eye open, terrified. “Alpha. Luna. We didn’t mean…” Her words are muffled, and I can tell it’s hard for her to talk. I immediately put my hand on her arm, noticing her flinch. “You and your family are welcome here. Our pack is made up of those that have fled other packs or are in need of a safe place. Our pack is named Safe Haven for that reason. Our doctor, Gamma Sirona, will look after you until you are well enough to leave the hospital. Once you are stronger, we will talk about you and your family staying here in our pack.”

I felt myself longing to be with him and it worried me in more ways than one. The feel of his touch, the smell of his cologne was coming at me at a rapid pace that I quietly told myself to step back. I feared that if I stayed within his proximity I might do something I might regret later. As I attempted to take a step back I felt myself sway a little too quickly. He immediately reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay?” As he held on to me I could feel his tight muscular arms around me making me feel safe and secure.