Safe Haven Novels & Stories

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 guess I looked a bit shocked as His words said as much. "Baby girl, I told you," He spoke in a low tone. "You are not going to get punished anymore. You are important to me. You did however ask what the word safe was. Well, safe means no more pain. No more punishment or getting in trouble. Let me think of an example to help you figure this out. Alright, do you remember when you needed to relieve yourself as I came around the corner there? You were about to fall to the ground and get hurt. I kept you safe. I kept you from getting hurt. I saved you from imminent pain. No more pain, no more getting hurt when I am here to protect you. Does that help better explain what I mean when I say you ar

She knew they were taking a risk, but they had to find a safe haven. As Emma followed Julian into the safe house, she couldn't shake off the feeling that they were taking a risk. The building looked abandoned from the outside, but the interior was surprisingly well-maintained. Julian led her to a small living room with a kitchenette in the corner. "Welcome to Safe Heaven," Julian said, gesturing to the room. "It's not luxurious, but it's home for now." Emma smiled weakly, still feeling a bit uneasy. "Thanks, Julian. I appreciate it."

"Did he hit you?" I couldn't answer but tears were running down my face now and that was answer enough. Something dark and violent crossed Dante's face. "How did you escape?" "He went on a trip and forgot to lock the bathroom window. I climbed out with nothing. No money. No clothes. I just ran." I was shaking now and I couldn't stop. "I stayed in shelters until Mom met Richard. I thought I was finally safe." "You are safe." Dante's thumb wiped away my tears. "Because he's never getting near you again."

"Okay. One hour. But if anything happens to this baby—" "It won't. I promise. I'll keep you both safe." He kisses my forehead. "Trust me." I do. That's the terrifying part. After everything, after three years of hatred and revenge, I trust him completely. The safe house is in Montana. Middle of nowhere. Surrounded by mountains and forest and nothing else. The nearest town is forty miles away. "It's remote," Damien apologizes as we pull up. "It's perfect." And it is. Small cabin. Wood and stone. Cozy. Like something out of a fairy tale.

She paused every few minutes, listening for footsteps, her heart pounding as though Ruben might appear in the doorway. Julian babbled softly in his crib, clutching his stuffed lion. Lia bent down, pressing a trembling kiss to his forehead. “I’m doing this for you,” she whispered. “I won’t let you grow up surrounded by blood.” Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She glanced at it another message from Rosa. The safehouse is ready. Neutral ground. No one from Ruben’s world can touch you there. Lia typed back with shaky fingers: When? The reply came instantly. Anytime you say the word.

“We both know how well that worked the first time.” Kain shoved him back out the door and slammed it shut, bolting it. The rain roared louder outside, the wind howling as if furious at being denied entry. Kain turned to Ava, breath ragged, eyes darker than she’d ever seen. “I’m taking you somewhere safe. Tonight.” Ava didn’t argue. She followed him up the stairs, not looking back. The safe house was miles from the estate, buried deep in the woods. An old cabin, reinforced, fortified like a bunker. Kain moved quickly, checking the perimeter, securing every entry point. Elias stayed behind at the estate to monitor movement, though even he looked shaken.

The temporary safehouse was a small, abandoned apartment tucked between two shuttered buildings in a quieter district of Istanbul. Its walls were cracked, paint peeling in thin layers, but it was dry, relatively secure, and most importantly—out of sight. Soo-ah sank onto the worn couch, still trembling from the close call in the streets. Rain dripped from his hair, and the smell of wet asphalt clung to his jacket. Sang-woo leaned against the wall opposite him, arms crossed, jaw tight, scanning every shadow in the room as though expecting Lazarus to emerge from the wallpaper. Devin was already seated at the table, cleaning his weapons, expression unreadable.

"You mean a safehouse." "I mean a place where you won't die before the board meeting tomorrow." "How reassuring." Hana ignores the sarcasm. "ETA twenty minutes. The property is in the suburbs. Private. Guarded. No one knows about it except my most trusted team." "And me," I say. "And you." Hana's eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. "Don't make me regret that." --- The safehouse is a farmhouse. I'm not joking. An actual farmhouse, tucked into a valley outside Paris, surrounded by fields and trees and absolutely nothing else. It's beautiful in a way that feels fake — like a postcard, like somewhere people go to pretend their lives aren't falling apart.

Ethan asked. Adrian answered before Aurora could. “Somewhere they can’t find.” Marcus frowned. “That place exists?” A quiet voice answered from the back. “Yes.” They all turned. Daniel. He had been silent until now. Watching. Thinking. Now— Speaking. “I know a place,” Daniel continued. “A safehouse.” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Define safe.” Daniel met his gaze. “Hidden. Off-grid. No digital trace.” Marcus leaned forward. “That’s not easy to maintain.”