Sanctum Book Novels & Stories

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

They had truly lost the twins, one hundred and seventy-three paces from the Sanctuary doors. It took Jenifer a stark thirty seconds to grasp the gravity of the situation. By then, their group had splintered, and the only thing echoing back at her was Zayla’s voice, swallowed by the dark. Sanctuary was supposed to be a place of refuge, a fortress against the unknown, but now it felt alive, twisting and turning with its own sinister agenda.

Romero as the main architect of the building. "Excuse me, Sir. Is Bro. Nate still here or in the seminary? Is he still young?" Hyun asked the caretaker. "I haven't met anyone here besides the abbess and a very few nuns. I was just hired recently," the caretaker said. Hyun thinks this is just a coincidence but can't shake off the possibility inside his head. "Are you okay, Sir Hyun?" One of his teammates asked. Cela got curious. "Did you see anything weird in the men's room?" she asked.

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. ---

He whispers, “Avery, you and Regina are ours. No bitch before matters. In fact, no bitch matters. You and only you, are what matters. You are ours and we are yours, forevermore.” He kisses me but pulls away quickly because we aren't in our world. We have to appear human. I sighed as I remembered that, too. I ducked under his arm and proceeded to find the Religious Studies section. There, on the third bookcase, in the middle of the third shelf, was the book that my vision foretold. After I plucked A Draconian from its resting place, I sank to the floor. It tells of the rise of the Pharaohs of Egypt, as well as the roots of various religions and rituals. On page 999, I found what I was sent he

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”

“But it won’t be easy. According to this text, the sanctuary is protected by powerful wards and only those deemed worthy can enter.” Marinetta felt a thrill of excitement. “Then we’ll have to prove ourselves worthy. Let’s gather a team and set out to find this sanctuary.” They assembled a small, trusted group, including Harley, Brian, and a few skilled warriors and scholars from the council. With Seraphina’s guidance, they set out on their journey, following the clues in the ancient text. Their quest took them through dense forests, across treacherous mountains, and into hidden valleys. Along the way, they faced numerous challenges—traps, puzzles, and guardians that tested their resolve and

"And no one will know I ever existed." Kieran's hand touched my shoulder. It was very warm, solid, and real. "That's not going to happen." His touch grounded me. It reminded me I wasn't just numbers or memories; I was here. "We need to move. Before she finishes the merge." Subject One nodded. "Sanctum is buried under the western ridge. The path is fractured. Dangerous. But I can guide you through the old vents." "I'm coming too." Subject 13's voice was firm.

the old ways in there and refuse to let them die." He reached over and rested his hand on Leo’s knee. His grip was gentle, but I could see the tendons in his forearm straining. He was terrifyingly calm, a stillness that masked a hurricane. "Remember the rules, Leo?" Damian asked softly. "Don't speak," Leo recited, his voice small. "Stay close to Mom. Don't look the old men in the eye." "Good," Damian said. "And if I tell you to run?" "I run to Uncle Kai," Leo said, glancing at the car behind us where Kai was riding with the security detail. "Perfect." The convoy slowed. The massive iron gates of Sanctum groaned open, flanked by guards in the crimson robes of the Council Watch. They held sil