Novel & Cerita Sanctuary Fang

Santano takes pleasure in inflicting pain upon young women that the Council accepts as something to be done - the cost of Silence. She shifts her attention between all of them during the meetings but watches Santano and his protégé Kaleb Krychek, most often. As they find out about Santano’s extraneous activities well into their third year as members of the Council, there’s no feasible way to kick him off without causing a disturbance. So they allow this atrocity, if only for the illusion of Silence and safety because going back to the time before is something that no one cannot and will not imagine. She watches Krychek as he’s with Santano, stiff but there’s something about him that’s focuse

Chapter Two: The Book of Repentance. Ciara's PoV: The lock clicked behind me and the sound went straight through my body like a second heartbeat. I stood there in the sacristy, breath caught, staring at Father Chris. The room wasn’t dark anymore. He had lit four tall candles on the side table, their flames dancing across the stone walls and throwing warm gold light over the heavy wooden table in the center. A big leather-bound book lay open on it, thick pages glowing in the candlelight.

"Let's go before I change my mind about this terrible plan." We walked out together. The Council guards surrounded us immediately, leading us down the hallway like criminals. Maybe we were criminals. We'd broken so many rules. Crossed so many lines. All to protect our daughter. And somehow, we'd still failed her. The transport vehicle was waiting outside. Black, windowless, cold. "Where are we going?" I asked Dr. Cross. "Sanctuary. The Council's research facility." She held the door open. "It's where we take cases too complex for normal management."

His lower half resembled that of a man, but it was bigger and more muscular than I had ever seen. I hesitated, my legs frozen in place. What was I supposed to do? How could I possibly help him? Anakin’s voice broke through my thoughts. "He’s angry. Something happened, and his lycan lost control. When Lycans lose control, it can be very disastrous, Luna. It results in multiple casualties, as the beast cannot differentiate friend from foe," he explained while I stared at a thrashing Xeros, pulling and pushing at his bonds. His face portrayed nothing but pure agony.

His hand went to the caller ID that was in his car as he scrolled through it, calling Nicolas. “Where are the pack members?” I asked. “We’re in the underground shelter, but we’re staying as quiet as we possibly can be” Caspian whispered. I could hear low growls, crying children whose parents were trying to calm, and a few pack members muttering between themselves. “When did the attack happen?” I asked, looking at Dante who kept calling Nicolas’s number. “Fucks sake, answer your fucking phone” he muttered, calling him again. “Dante, why the fuck are you putting me on redial at three in the morning?” Nicolas asked, his voice deep and raspy with sleep, his tone annoyed.

“Well, no one can become a vampire against their will, contrary to what you probably think. I wanted to be stronger, I clung to life. I ended up turned into a vampire because of it. He offered it to me and I accepted. After all, I felt that my family would not see me the same way if they knew everything I lived through. So I decided to follow him. The first years I had to spend locked up, a baby vampire is a danger to everyone. We are erratic and desire blood more than anything. I can be taking care of them because I was the fastest vampire to overcome the transformation and because I have never tasted blood, so you can rest easy. I’m not going to attack anyone, I’m harmless. Anyway, since t

Samson dropped his phone on the bar and tried to flag down a bartender, accidentially dragging his sleeve through a spill of beer. "Damn it!" he cursed. He was pissed. Pissed at everything and every little thing made him angry. Anger wasn't a good thing for him. It made him want to sink his teeth into someone's neck and feed until he couldn't breath anymore... But that would mean killing anyone he fed on. He could easily do that, as the place was filled with humans. Drunk, wasted humans. All he had to do was lure one of them outside. Hell, he was sure he wouldn't even have to do that as there would be some people outside already. Snatch, eat, erase... Easy peasy.

Phoenix had become something almost alien. They existed simultaneously in seventeen different dimensions. They could walk through solid matter, teleport across distances, pull objects from other realities. They'd become Sanctuary's ultimate defense, able to counter any conventional attack by simply existing in a dimension where the attack couldn't reach them. Together, the four children were unstoppable. But they were also lonely. "We don't have friends our age," Luna mentioned one day. "All the other children are afraid of us." It was true. Sanctuary had dozens of children now, but none of them played with the prophesied four. They were too different. Too powerful. Too strange.

My chest felt hollow and empty like no matter how hard I fought, I would never belong here. Then my phone buzzed. I looked at it. It was a message from an “Unknown Number”. I opened the message slowly and read “Wear Black, Little Wolf. See You at Midnight. I will be waiting for you. Don't disappoint me”. Reading it, my stomach dropped. Then I remember, today was the Initiation of the "Obsidian Circle”.

I screamed back. "That's what I tried to get you to understand, we could've been gods, together," she said calmly. "It's alright though, my daughters will help me." She raised the stake over her head with a two-handed grip and slammed it down over my left breast. The wood penetrated my skin with ease, sending waves of pain throughout my body. I yelled out in pain and managed to push her off of me. I stumbled to my feet while coughing up blood as Vanessa stood up. She kicked me to the ground and stood over me.