Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack Novels & Stories

“There’s a place, deep in the woods, a hidden sanctuary. It’s ancient, older than any of us. If we can get there, we might be able to find something to help us.” Clara glanced at Selene, surprised. She had never mentioned this place before. “Are you sure it’s safe?” “It’s not about safety,” Selene replied, her voice low. “It’s about power. The hidden sanctuary is a place of immense magic, but it’s also dangerous. We need to be prepared for anything.” Ethan sheathed his sword and looked between them. “Then let’s move. The sooner we get there, the better.” With one final look at the smashed sanctuary, the three of them turned and started their plummet down the mountain. The way was tricky, the

I whisper as soon as we seem to be alone and Silas laughs. “It’s the sanctuary. It’s a gathering place for supernatural creatures to discuss important things as well as a place to hide from humans. Here they can just be in their natural state without having to use spells to hide who they are, and I suspect this is where Eli got his information.” Silas sits back and looks far too relaxed for my liking. “How long has this been here?” I frown, trying not to gawk, but it’s nearly impossible. Every creature I believed didn’t exist is walking around clear as damn day!

“Tell me about it, I’m completely devastated. I wouldn’t be shocked if Evelyn wasn’t my biological mother at this point.” “Xandra, I don’t even know what to say to make you feel better.” “You could start by telling me where the hell you are?” she began to sniffle. “Well...I’m in Colorado, but before you yell at me again, please let me finish...” I went into great detail about the narcotics we found and confiscated from underneath the bar. “The X and Cocaine had DeMarco’s trade stamp all over that shit. I also found a ripped condom in one of the rooms upstairs with blood on it.”

I obeyed out of habit, letting my features settle into the blank mask expected of me. But it was then, in that moment of forced silence, that I caught a flash of something familiar at the back of the hall—a slender figure slipping through the side entrance, her face shadowed but unmistakable. Trinity. She’d been gone for years, banished from pack life after one too many harsh judgments and cold stares.

We crested the final ridge, and there it was. The Beacon wasn't just a tower. It was a fortress built into the hollowed-out crater of an extinct volcano. In the center stood a spire of white durasteel that pierced the clouds, emitting the pulse that was healing the sky. Surrounding it was a city not a ruin like Vegas, but a sleek, operational base with hangars, hydroponic domes, and defensive turrets that tracked us with silent precision. "It’s the Sanctuary," I whispered. "The place the Ghost Wolf project was meant to defend."

The sounds from the hall fading as I make my way with the dim light sticking out of thick trees. How do I know she’s in this woods? I sighted her hand purse the minute I got into the car. The gold purse laid on the bench close to the parking lot, certainly she can’t be that careless, besides she’s here for a mission. I'm deep in the woods when something catches my attention, his built is familiar, not just at the party, I can swear I've met him before, plus him standing, like he's towering over something doesn't lessen my suspicion.

“It’s designed to protect against any kind of attack—physical or supernatural. It’s shielded, hidden, only known to the pack, and a few trusted allies. I promise, I would have told you when the time was right.” The idea of a hidden sanctuary, especially after everything we’ve been through, is admittedly comforting. But there’s a part of me that’s still reeling from the realization that there’s so much about Niklaus I still don’t know. “When can I see it?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of my residual frustration.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

His eyes burning with determination. “They think they have us trapped here. Surrounded. Cut off. Waiting for them to come and finish the job or force us to surrender.” He smiled. It was a cold dangerous smile. “But this Sanctuary has secrets of its own. It was built to be a fortress yes. But it was also built to be a command center. There are tunnels leading out. Hidden routes. Communication arrays that can reach every corner of the globe.” He placed his hand on the prototype crystal again. It glowed in response.

“I know you’re a werewolf, but not one that I know, and I know pretty much everyone in this pack.” Heath shifted into a crouch, the rough tarmac digging into his knee and foot, shivering as the warmth provided by his fur disappeared and his skin pricked with gooseflesh in the cold of the night. He held up his hands. “Health Gale,” he said. “Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth.” “Heath Gale,” she repeated, the tone of her voice changing. “We’ve met before.” “If you don’t mind,” he gestured to the gun. “I’ll stand?”