Sanctum Book Novels & Stories

Salvatore ‘Kill or be killed’, was the one rule I’ve lived by for the last ten years of my life. I wouldn’t be standing on my own two bloody feet if it weren’t for the courage I borrowed from those words. But standing in front of Beneditti and his lack of fingers made this one of the rare times I killed with actual reason other than the need to spill blood. I had to teach him a lesson and remind him what happened when people messed with what was mine.

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.

“It’s… private. A healing space. Only the Kings are permitted to enter. No one else—not even the council.” I looked between him and the heavy stone doors. “Healing?” I asked. “They sustained injuries, My lady,” he said gently. “Severe ones. And the sanctum is not just for healing the body—it’s also to restore the strength of the mind and spirit. The ritual is sacred. They must not be disturbed.” My throat tightened. The image of them hurt—bleeding, maybe worse—twisted in my gut. I wanted to cry. To scream. To yank open the doors and see them with my own eyes.

I smiled at her words, "Let's protect each other then." ********************************** The Sanctrum Rift was in the middle of nowhere, a ruined land that barely had any plant or animal in sight. There were no trees or any sign of life either. April, Rowenna and I arrived standing at the boundary of the land. The place buzzed with magic and I could feel it. Both dark and heavy. "Do you sense the dark heavy magic? Is that from the sword?" April asked turning to Rowenna.

The answer came in the form of an invitation—one that Evelyn had orchestrated. Evelyn approached the group one evening, the reflection game book clutched tightly in her hands. “I’ve made arrangements for you to attend a school where you’ll be safe and properly guided,” she announced. Anna frowned. “A new school? Where?” Evelyn handed them a brochure. The words at the top shimmered slightly as if alive: "Sanctum of Mirrors"—a hidden institution for those touched by the supernatural. “What kind of school is this?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow as he flipped through the brochure, which showed images of towering gothic spires, glowing runes, and students practicing magic in lush courtyards.

His hand slid down Damien’s thigh, possessive, grounding. ‎“You need some release, baby?” Eli asked, his voice dropping an octave, all dark promise. ‎Damien nodded, the motion frantic, almost desperate. ‎Without another word, Eli guided him into the adjoining room—their private sanctuary when things got too heavy to bear. ‎The cuffs clicked around Damien's wrists, arms spread wide. His legs followed, fastened apart, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in the low, muted light. Damien's breath quickened, but his shoulders softened, surrendering to the control, to Eli.

"They’re using Seer fire. We need to fall back to the Ember Gate." "We hold here," Isabella said. "If we lose the Sanctum, we lose the heart." And so they stood. Anya fell first—her throat slit by a hound with eyes of flame. Father Brael shattered a Seer’s staff before being impaled by three spears. Maeron dragged himself into the Sanctum, bleeding runes from his chest, and used the last of his life to reinforce the boundary. And still they came. --- Catherine entered the Sanctum alone.

There were books, touching the high ceiling, and a huge, moving staircase was attached to it. “The Royal Sanctum, established by former Alpha Supreme Alastair Donovan, was the grandfather of our current Supreme. It constitutes the largest library across the kingdom. This place has all the ancient, weird books about supernatural stuff. Access to the Royal Sanctum is restricted to royals and those possessing royal credentials; the place is prohibited for outsiders…” Caroline informed me as if she had memorised those words. I didn't bother, instead, I started walking around and looking around. Suddenly— ‘Wait, did she talk about ancient books?’ Kira got excited.

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

His grey eyes held mine steadily. “It is what you believe about yourself.” My throat tightened slightly. “And if the attention becomes… difficult,” he added, “my door is always open.” The simple statement carried quiet sincerity. “You are a student of Rosewood Sanctum, Miss Cantari.” His voice remained even. “You deserve the same opportunity to learn here as any other student.” For the first time since stepping inside the administration building… I felt the tight knot in my chest begin to loosen. “Thank you, sir.” He gave a small nod.