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.

“I haven’t. I don’t think that anyone has seen them and lived to tell the tale. But there are theories that they are demonic beings since they only attack at night. And that’s the reason why the barriers exist. To keep the pack safe.” As Atticus continues to talk, my mind suddenly blanks out as I stare at the statue of the first Alpha of the Strigon pack with its claws high up in the air, ready to strike its opponent. There is something gallant and sinister about it the longer that I look. But I'm not sure why I was getting such a bad vibe about it. Maybe it's because of the wolf statue's ferocious look or the extended claws it lifted in the air that looked so cruel to me. “You okay, Lunaris

"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.

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.

She was three forms in when she stopped. Birth pack listed. She knew it before she read the name. Knew it from the pack identifier, the territory marker, the secondary notation about the nature of the suppression which matched the pattern she had learned to recognize. The woman was twenty-three. Bond suppressed. Frightened enough to travel four days to reach a Sanctuary she had heard about through a chain of word-of-mouth that had apparently reached her birth pack without the connection to Miranda being part of what traveled. She did not know who ran the Sanctuary. She knew it took cases from any pack.

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.