Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

"Let us embrace this vision and take action. Together, we can create a sanctuary that becomes a beacon of hope for all beings, a testament to the power of unity and the resilience of nature." And so, the Guardians of Unity embarked on their new mission. They scouted for the perfect location, a place where diverse species could thrive and coexist. With Luna and Ethan's guidance, the pack worked tirelessly, building shelters, establishing boundaries, and crafting a harmonious environment for all. News of the sanctuary spread like wildfire through the forest, reaching the ears of creatures far and wide. Wolves from distant packs, bears seeking refuge, and even humans seeking to understand natur

Then, without warning, he got up from his seat and walked toward the massive window. He stood there, tall and rigid, staring down at his pack. Warriors sparred below; pups chased each other across the field. Young lovers hid beneath the massive oak tree, thinking they were being discreet. The whole pack was alive, thriving, oblivious to the storm brewing inside their Alpha. “I found my mate,” Kyron said at last, his voice low…too low. His left hand slipped into his pocket while his right clutched the curtain, knuckles pale from how tight he held it.

When you are born in the pack, you belong in the group. But as for Lunaris, the only member who can’t be a wolf, that was hard to believe. Because of her circumstances, she was treated as an outsider by her peers. However, the claims that she can’t shift are wrong. She can, but her form is considered taboo in her pack's lore: A panther, another creature of the dark that was born in the darkest cycle of the moon, is prophesied to be the one to destroy the pack. Lunaris knows that if anyone finds out about her secret that she will die instantly. She wanted to leave her tribe, but there are certain rules that one cannot leave until they are of a certain age. But while she was getting closer

"Damon, Arnette, you're coming with me." --- **THE WITCH'S SANCTUM** The sanctum of the Pack’s witch was an old, weathered cabin hidden deep within the forest, surrounded by towering trees and shrouded in an aura of ancient magic. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense, and the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere of otherworldly tension.

All the athames that Cynbel had made and sold had been carved with blessings and prayers so that regular Wolves can use them. Both Abrego and Solari seem to be more religious, whereas packs like Palus aren't. Hendrick always told me that his mother's birthpack, Ameku, is stauncher. So it stands to reason that like most countries, every pack have a different level of faith. These large ceremonies and rituals call for most of the herbs to be used up from the stocks in storage, so I had taken the kids with me to help restock. We've been out here for hours, but I don't mind and neither do the kids. It's been a relief to step away from the seriousness of my research and analysing, especially with

Arsenio spoke over the two, reminding Serafina to mind her language. "I had no need for the man, nor a tracking device because the crates have their delivery address written on them inside the lid." Salvatore shrugged with a coy grin. "The man gave me the address he was to deliver them at, which was an intersection beneath a bridge, and told me that they typically open the lid, not to check the delivery but to read the address." "And it's not encoded?" Marco asked in confusion. "It is," Salvatore nodded, chuckling. "But it's written in Greek,"

"The Artemis Pack is under my mother's control, and the Blood Moon Pack thinks Amara is a murderer." An thought formed in my mind. A dangerous one. "There's a place," I said slowly. "A sanctuary my grandmother showed me. It's hidden by ancient magic, protected from those with evil intentions." "Where is it?" Amara asked. "In the heart of the Forgotten Woods." I watched their faces darken. Everyone knew the stories about those woods—wolves who entered never returned. "That's suicide," Elias countered. "It's our only chance," I replied. "The sanctuary can help Amara learn to control her power. And it will hide us from whoever is coming."

The sanctuary whispered its secrets to her, revealing hidden chambers, dormant powers, and forgotten rituals that held the key to maintaining the cosmic balance. With her pack by her side, Luna embarked on a series of quests to retrieve lost relics scattered throughout the realms. These relics possessed ancient wisdom and formidable power, essential in their fight against the encroaching darkness. Each relic they found brought them closer to unraveling the truth behind the cosmic conflict and fortifying the sanctuary's defenses.

The Zeus Forest Works filed contained copies of invoices and work schedules, photos of trucks coming and going… Talen would know what it meant, but that would also mean being upfront with Talen. “F-k,” she groaned resting her forehead on her hands and digging her fingers into her hair. The Secret Keeper was exposing the secrets of Havermouth whilst keeping her own. That wouldn’t do at all. She would learn from her mistakes with the Triquetra and tell her vampire daddy the truth.

I just cleared my throat and told them that we should head on over to where their mother was. It was a fucking fact that she grew more stunning with each year that passed. All of the life experience made her incredibly radiant. Pack members lowered their heads in respect towards us. It was not something that we required, but they chose to do it. We truly had an amazing pack. Nightshade was one of the largest packs around. The role of being a sanctuary pack was also still intact. Those who needed a new beginning could find it here as long as they would abide by the rules and standards that we had.