Sanctuary Fang Novels & Stories

“A knife. Two guys fighting over a woman in a bar. First week on the job... Man, I was so green... And this is what happened. A tetanus shot and twenty-two stitches.” “Oh, poor little Elijah…” She looked up at him, catching another white line along his shoulder. “And here?” Elijah glanced at it. “A broken bottle. There was a woman who didn’t like me breaking up a fight. I didn’t think she had it in her. Guess I was wrong… Eleven stitches and a staph infection.” Starlight winced. “The one under your jaw?” she asked. He traced the scar. “That’s from Mel, my brother,” he replied smiling sadly. “According to him, I’d been in the swing too long.”

He grabbed the knife from the man’s hand. Then he dragged the blade across his injured palm again without even flinching. Gasps spread through the small crowd that had gathered. “I told you,” Ethan said coldly, lowering his head so his face was level with theirs. “Do not lay a finger on my wife.” His fangs slid out. His eyes glowed like a wolf’s. The men screamed and bolted away in pure terror. They shoved past each other just to get as far away from him as possible. Only then did I notice the people around us staring.

“Ahh! You all must have been clueless. This Naster that you all are looking up to, the fearless and most prideful project of the fallen Christopher Fangs, leader of your group, the man who took away the wolf souls of innocent people, using poison to control people, drug warriors, and brainwashing them. Even went as far as using his blood and flesh as his test subject for inhumane ways and achieved greatness.” Everyone somehow connected everything. It was no secret that the Dusk Dawn Pack is made up of two packs of brothers, one inherited the Dusk Pack from their father, the other is the Dawn pack from their mother. Christopher and Christian Fangs always had different ways and beliefs, and it

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

Eileen said. Ferris sighed. He swept his gaze around and said slowly, "Everyone, with things as they are, there's no need for debate. It's time to use strength to prove yourself." "Trevor Penn, come meet your death." Right as Ferris finished his statement, the five Sanctuary level fighters rose into the air, lining up horizontally at the plaza. Those five Sanctuary level fighters were burning with spiritual flames, and they held all manner of spiritual weapons in their hands. One of their flames shot right up to the skies, filled with countless runes.

“It’s a club problem, Minus and last I checked, you still wear a Saints patch.” I nodded but said nothing. We drove on through the ever-present Portland drizzle until we reached the Sanctuary, the Burning Saints’ compound. The cluster of buildings used to belong to a paper company that went out of business years ago and were now owned outright by the club. Clutch pulled out a remote control and punched in a code which opened a rolling security gate.

"D*mn this f*ck*ng life!" He mumbled to himself as he gripped his wine glass tightly in anger. He cringes with anger whenever he thinks of his chaotic life. Because his whole life is full of chaos and violence, if he doesn't get hurt, the people around him are put in danger, so he takes double precautions and surveillance. He also can't let go of the responsibility that has been imposed on him because this has become his defense mechanism to people whose souls are evildoers. He has to be evil to protect himself and the people close to him. Apart from Spawn who is his son, there is one woman that he also needs to protect and that is River.

The documents we had pulled from the Antarctic station hinted at one very last location— a meeting factor mentioned best as “Sanctuary.” Vanessa stared at her laptop, her face illuminated via way of means of the blue glow of the screen. “They’re regrouping,” she said. “I’ve been piecing together fragments from intercepted communications, and the whole thing factors to Sanctuary. It’s their fallback plan, an area wherein they are able to vanish and rebuild.” Rachel frowned. “Any concept of where this ‘Sanctuary’ is?” Vanessa nodded, pulling up a satellite tv for a pc image. “It’s in Switzerland, deep withinside the Alps. An underground facility hidden below a luxurious resort. On the surface,

He used to play with her till she became 5 years old. That time everything turned upside down and one tragic incident left a huge impact on Lucifer's mentality. He lost his sanity. He became abnormal and everyone grieved at the start but after some time they started accepting the truth. It's been 16 years but Lucifer had no change in his condition. Even doctors gave up on him. He's still the same introverted and self-conscious guy. The only one he was or still comfortable with is only Catelin.

The Sanctuary was a fortress within a fortress, buried deep beneath the main house, with walls of reinforced concrete and steel, air filtration systems, and enough supplies to last months if necessary. "I want Emma, Marcus, and Diego on internal guard," Alexander commanded as we descended. "They don't leave the girls' sides for any reason." Ethan met us at the entrance to the Sanctuary, his expression grim. "Perimeter sensors just picked up multiple signatures approaching from the north ridge. They're not bothering to hide their presence." "How many?" Alexander demanded. "At least fifty. Maybe more." My blood ran cold. That was a war party. "Daddy?" Aria's small voice quavered as she looked