Sanctum Novels & Stories

she said angrily "but fix this mess now!, New Fall is not part of the town we were supposed to friggin visit!, not to mention it is odd enough that we stand here looking like crap from a non-existent century, but can you get your damn Golems to act normal!" "Normal!" He growled all semblance of laughter totally gone leaving him looking frigid "You insult my people's hospitality, you insult me, you insult our magic and now you'd insult my subservients!, You are undignified, and the Conjugate will be seeing to your manners!" "Dignity ran out the closet when I learnt your hospitality included assassination"She retorted "Fuck you and the damned Conjugate, there's nothing else they can take!" An

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.

“No one will use her like that.” Maerith’s lips curve into a thin, knowing smile. “That depends on whether she survives the awakening.” The gates open. Not with sound. Not with movement. They simply… part. The Sanctuary reveals itself, and my breath leaves my body in a rush. It isn’t a fortress. It’s a graveyard. Stone circles rise from beneath the snow, uneven and ancient, each etched with names worn smooth by time. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Wolves no, spirits linger at the edges of my vision, translucent and silent, eyes glowing faintly as they watch us enter.

Then something in his expression shifted, exhaustion giving way to something almost like relief at finally being allowed to put the weight down. "The Ember Sanctum," he said. "East ridge, past the old quarry. General's orders. Said it needed to be sealed before the girl learned enough to use it." My blood went cold. "What is the Ember Sanctum?" Sable's face had drained of color beside me. "Another temple site. Older than the one beneath Ashenreach, if the old records are accurate. I always assumed it was lost to time, or destroyed generations ago." "Apparently not," Draven said grimly.

"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."

Slowly and painfully. Dante made his way out of the torture room, he saw his brother approaching. "You can have the second one," Vincenzo smirked and nodded at his brother before continuing to move in. He entered the room and was pleased with the sight in front of him. Horror marked their faces. What a great feeling and satisfaction it brought to him. He saw that one of them was barely alive with more than half of his body burned with acid.

what is it like? An anachronistic and patriarchal institution? I know I left out some adjectives and I have sure you will remember me. Haha. Hugs to my older sisters. See you soon. Then, surprise, there was an email from Jenna. She addressed it to all the sisters and the title was: For God's sake!!! I'm here, I'm here, for Christ's sake, girls, you're the biggest bitches in the world. world! Just because God invented email and cell phones doesn't mean

The snowstorm was a silent predator blanketing the Carpathian range. Everything about Sanctum 9 was designed to be forgotten—buried beneath mountains, disguised as a hydroelectric plant on outdated satellite maps. The truth? It was the heart of Lazarus. The final threshold. The endgame.