Sanctum Book Novels & Stories

“How can you be sure?” “Because I’ll be there,” Sabatine whispered, his voice fierce with promise. “Every day. To dig him out if he gets buried. To remind him. I’ll be the keeper of that man. It’s the most important mission I’ll ever have.” He nuzzled into his hair. “And you’ll do the same for me. When the ghosts get loud. When the guilt tries to creep back in. You’ll be my anchor. We’ve built the sanctuary inside us now, Anton. They can’t bomb it or steal it. It travels.”

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

Aspyn Right as we are getting ready to leave Lumi pops out and so does her familiar Faith I believe and what is crazy they are bot h9 tail foxes and white. We teleport to what looks like a pack territory there a ton of warrior and some of people there I am a bit confused; Dee tell me that we are a pack land that she just inquiries through a young female Alpha that she made Pack Alpha so she could get her hands on the one responsible for the king’s death. My mouth dropped when she said that and while we were talking two people come really quietly out of the packhouse towards us one of her men told her that it was the Alpha and her Beta, when they got close I see a girl with shoulder length bl

“How do you know about that?” Chuckling, I whirled the chair around, facing her direction, “Baby girl, have you stop to think about why everything is so intense since you stepped out of your town?” “No— maybe, a few times I guess,” “Well, evil can't pass through a sanctuary' gate,” “A sanctuary?” “Yes, Evil can not intrude, they have to be invited in,” “Hold on... So the tree?” “Is a plant from the heavens, it's enchanted with powers that form a shield over your hometown,”

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

Title: Sanctum Blurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark. Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.

Samantha POV The Sanctuary did not explode. Which, frankly, felt rude. After everything—Silas ripping reality like a cheap zipper, Sébastien emotionally detonating centuries of unresolved trauma, me discovering I could rewrite metaphysics like deprecated code—I had expected at least a small collapse. A chandelier falling. A wall melting. Something cinematic. Instead, the Sanctuary did what all terrifyingly competent systems do after a catastrophic event. It rebooted. Soft gold light replaced the angry red. The crystalline veins dimmed to a warm, steady pulse. Somewhere deep in the manor, something chimed—polite. Cheerful. Like a server confirming that yes, the apocalypse had been successfull

Hanshaw bowed his head before was on his way out of Lance’s room. We were currently at Sanctium, a dimension that was inhabited my all supernatural creatures. It’s a sanctuary for every supernatural creature ever born, without human influence. And it’s also the place where most of the Royalty resides. And I had to thank the Gods that the person I had wanted to contact was at Sanctium when I needed them the most. I came and sat beside Lance on the bed, waiting for him to regain consciousness. If their estimation was right, Lance should wake up very soon, and thanks to the time difference between our world and Sanctium, we can get back to our world without having wasted much time.

Freya couldn’t sleep neither could I. “You still hear it?” I asked her. She nodded, wrapped in her cloak, eyes red-rimmed. “It doesn’t speak in words anymore. Just… reminders.” I swallowed. “Of what?” She glanced at me. “How it ends.” The third day, the sky changed. We topped the final ridge and there it was. The Sanctum. Carved into the spine of the world, half-buried in the mountainside. Its towers rose like black stone needles. Cold, untouched, unwelcoming.