Sanctuary Novels & Stories

All I know is that nothing could have prepared me for this moment, and now, I’m left to face him once again, unsure of what will happen next. I froze in my tracks as he takes my body in whole, scanning me from head to toe. He doesn’t move, I can see the hunger in his eyes from when they darken. I suddenly feel the need to use the bathroom, my hands are itchy and sweaty. His eyes meet mine as he tilt his head to the side. “Hello Little Angel” the name imprints on my mind and I know he is the one. I can never forget his voice, it's the darkest thing that clouds my mind.

I demanded. He turned the ring slightly. The sigils shimmered faintly, rearranging themselves. It was not glowing, it was something more... it was breathing. “A sanctuary.” The word hit differently. Sanctuary. Jerome stiffened. “Define.” I bet he meant explain but the pressure was deafening so I understood. The old man exhaled. “Its an ancient one. Way before the modern packs. Way before your council. Possibly even way before the Alpha lineage system.” My head tilted back with that last sentence, Jerome also had an unbelievable look. It was too unbelievable to be true.

"My parents... they're trapped. I need the code." The Catherine-construct pointed to a small, unassuming door that had appeared in the middle of the burning street. It was a simple wooden door, painted white. It looked like the door to a child's bedroom. "The Key is in the Sanctuary," the construct said. "But be warned. The Sanctuary is guarded by the Deepest Fear. If you enter, and you succumb to the fear... your mind will be wiped. You will become a vegetable in the real world." "I've faced gargoyles, wardens, and my own family's lies today," Jack said, stepping toward the door. "I think I can handle a nightmare."

“The way is hidden from those who see only with their eyes.” She gestured for me to enter. I hesitated at the threshold, peering into the absolute blackness within. “What is this place?” I whispered. Lyra’s glowing eyes met mine in the darkness. “Sanctuary.” Taking a deep breath, clutching Elisse tightly to my chest, I stepped through the curtain of willow branches and into the unknown.

I order. I notice how some of them swallow thickly and then climb out of the van. Their breath hitches when they see the men and Phoenix. Stefon's eyes roam back to me, silently asking what's happening. “Welcome to Phoenix's Sanctuary.” My voice booms in the quiet space. Eyes on me. “The only place where redemption meets judgment, peace meets chaos, and life meets death.” They flinch, trying to process how I went astray, but they do not know that this is what everyone deserves.

I looked away, my face was on fire. Kyle laughed, low and dirty. “See what you’re missing? Touch it once, angel. That’s all it’ll take.” I bolted up. “Get behind me, Satan! I’m marrying Jesus!” He just laughed again, deeper this time. ---

They were Silverbacks who hadn't been warriors, but healers and scholars. Marcus, listening from the front seat, chimed in. He said the Sanctuary wasn't a myth. He told them it was a convent like estate on the outskirts of the Blackwood Forest, about fifty miles east of the city. It had been officially listed as an asylum for "spiritually afflicted" pack members during the purges. He said everyone assumed the inhabitants had been executed decades ago.

Yet she had arrived safely through Xander's portal. Slowly... A realization settled over us. "It wasn't us." Sol looked toward the infirmary doors. "It was Xander." The words had barely left his mouth when the Sanctuary itself reacted. The familiar black board hanging near the entrance shimmered. White letters slowly appeared across its surface. THE SANCTUARY'S HEIR MAY GRANT EMERGENCY ACCESS TO ANY INDIVIDUAL OF HIS CHOOSING. The room fell silent. I stared at the message. "...No."

With a heavy groan of shifting gears, the wall slid open to reveal an elevator that descended deep into the earth. "This is 'The Sanctuary'," Scarlett explained as the elevator dropped, the sudden weightlessness making her stomach churn. "No violence is permitted here, and no electronic tracking can penetrate these wards. The only currency accepted is spirit-energy... or cold, hard cash." They were shown to a narrow but opulently furnished suite, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood and old parchment. Yellowed talismans were plastered over the walls, originally meant to keep out malevolent spirits, but in this case, they served as a barrier against the p

"Fear, mostly. I told myself it was caution, but it was fear." "What are you expecting to find," Kael asked. "Guardians," Sabine said. "The old stories always mention guardians, wolves bound to the sanctuary through means I never fully understood. Whether they're still there after all this time, I genuinely don't know." The sanctuary itself came into view near dusk on the second day, carved directly into a mountain face, weathered stone archways leading into darkness that seemed to swallow the last of the daylight whole. Old bones lined the entrance, bleached white and arranged with deliberate, unsettling care, a warning dressed