Novel & Cerita Sanctum

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.

I joked in an attempt to lighten the now heavy atmosphere that settled between us. My father rolled his dark, hooded eyes before continuing, "We found one way to escape hell. The place your subconscious took you too was a place that lies between the realm of mortals and the realm of hell." "It's how demons come into this realm. It's a bridge that was created. Under the bridge is a sea full of anger and hate. It is known as the sea of lost souls," my mother explained further. A frown now covering the soft features of her face.

Satanika said. "What text?" "I believe it went like. Don't think Thomas was the last. I'm coming for all of you. I'll continue my wrath till my vengeance is complete and perfect. See you soon Ben." She said as she used her fingers to pick a beef from her plate. "You're insane!" "I prefer to call myself sanely abnormal." Satanika responded as Ben stood up. "Leaving so soon. Don't you want to see Monica?" Satanika asked making Ben widen his eyes in shock.

DANTE As Xavier and I discussed the plan, his optimism was palpable. He readily agreed to take care of the individuals responsible for inspecting the jet. I didn't bother asking him for specifics because if he had managed to eliminate the guards around Anna's cell, I had faith that he would handle this task as well. Xavier instructed us to be prepared tonight since Orlando's departure was scheduled for the morning. He emphasized the importance of our presence at the designated location, ready to execute our mission. A portion of my team had already departed for California to ensure the safety of Anna and Xavier's family, while the remaining members would confront Orlando's men at the airport

†† Shay Morrigan She should have known the Lupine magic would have been as the stories said, botched up and friggin inaccurate, not only had that been the most uncomfortable portalling experience ever, they were no where close New York. The dusty sign read New Fall, she didn't even know such a dingy place existed on earth, reminded her of the deep trenches of Kaer Morte "Great!" She growled to a bemused Luciano "Another thing your kind has fucked up, just fricking great, remind me to leave your pack decimated for leaving us stranded in this Godforsaken hellhole!" "Is that racism I detect in you?!" He asked clearly in a choked voice "I bet your Conjugate will not be pleased!, and I'll have yo

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.

Kalen called me forward to explain what I could about the battlefield’s location. “We know the location of where they are and where this war will be fought. Santuario del fuoco, or Sanctuary of Fire, is the location that once housed a thunder of extremely powerful dragons that were created by the union of a powerful elemental dragon and a powerful witch. There was a massacre generations ago where everyone, except for the Queen and one of her sons, were slaughtered. The lands and sanctuary hold a lot of power because the magic found within the thunder members released into their surroundings when they died. It would as one big power-up for the Demacores. There will be a way to cut them off fr

People watched them pass — some muttering prayers, others clutching charms as though faith could keep them unseen. “The vessel walks,” one woman whispered. “Hide your children,” hissed another. Elara’s hood shadowed her face, but her voice was soft with sorrow. “They’re afraid.” “They should be,” Soren answered, his tone devoid of pride — only weary certainty. At the city’s heart rose the Sanctum — vast and immaculate, its marble walls carved with the histories of gods and men. Soren could feel the weight of centuries pressing down on him, the hum of devotion that had kept the world small and obedient.

Her scent had been masked with wolfsbane and bark oil to hide the smell of the allied packs. Now, at the edge of a cliff overlooking the valley, she saw it. The Sanctum was unlike anything she expected. Built within the broken bones of an abandoned fortress, the place had been transformed by the Hollow Fang cultists. Blood-red banners draped across crumbling towers. Carvings of twisted wolves snarled from the stone. The largest spire bore the symbol of Tharok—three jagged claw marks through a blackened moon. Torches burned with a green flame, casting a sickly glow over the snow-covered earth. In the central courtyard, dozens of young wolves knelt in formation,