Sanctuary Fang Novels & Stories

"Dad ultimately back tracked the way the pack was run allowing the old ways of abusing women and children to return. It kept the more rogue half of the pack from leaving. Unfortunately, the better half of the pack is made to suffer. So while the alliance still remains, the alpha of White Moon supports any Red Fang member coming to the territory for any help and support he can give. When he discovers severe abuse he will use White General as a way to get the wolf out of the territory. My understanding is that he has contact with three sanctuary packs located in New York but the details of how he moves them is unknown.”

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

The gentleman's eyes narrowed at him then landed on me. "Yes, this is the vampire realm. I am Lucian Sokolov or better known as the Falcon. This village consists of what you would refer to as rogues. They are without leadership and follow no one's rule here," he growled low. I swallowed nervously and Galen grunted. "Very well sir, sorry to have intruded. We will leave here immediately. Thank you for taking your time explaining that to us," Galen replied kindly and started to turn. Lucian's hand fell onto his shoulder turning him back around.

Stanley nodded with a serious look, “Hmmm..” “He is my boyfriend and ..” Stanley frowned and before Olivia could finish, he furrowed his eyebrows and almost yelled, “A boyfriend?? Is he your..Umm..S-Santa?” Olivia jumped at Stanley’s loud voice and bit her lips. “Actually, no…he is not my Santa! He is..” The elevator door opened and she had to hold for a while. Stanley and Olivia moved ahead and sat on a table in a burger joint. Stanley took two mojitos for them. He was in no mood to enjoy a meal anymore!

Only to see horror in front of me. I was back in front of the house, but our house looked torn and burned down, as if it has been deserted for decades. Where the green lawn used to be was no more, and instead, it was just dry land and ashes. Where the majestic fountain with perfectly sculpted angels stood no more, and in its place were 14 gravestones, 13 of them containing the names of my siblings. I saw the 14th one right in front of me, with a big gravestone that has my name. The grave was empty, but somehow, I felt like it was waiting for my dead body.

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

“Then why does this feel like a trial?” “Because consequences do not care about intent.” Silence stretches. “You know what Sanctas are bred for,” Marcello continues. “They are not courtesans. Not ornaments. They are guarded because their bloodline is power distilled. Fertility without immortality.” I nod once. “And childbirth kills them.” “Yes. It is why each Sancta only bears one child for her Sanguinari” The words land heavy. “Always?” “Almost always,” he corrects. “There are records - sealed, incomplete - but none end well.”

" Wear this, let's get going. It will end soon Samantha and after that, you will be the lastest model working for the Santinos family " With that Maximo walk out of the room. He met his men who were already waiting for him in his large living room ,they were already armed , ready to make the journey to the place where franseco, Maximo's best friend had lost his life. An evil looking man opens the car door for the Mafia boss and he entered. It was a fine morning to be sure but nothing is good about the morning at all. The Santinos family raced out towards valley A. Valley A is a isolated wide location where franseco lost his life. Upon reaching valley A , Maximo realized Konstantin truly love