Sentinel Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sapphire, the ancient sentinel fairy broke out from a sealed crystal after a long hibernation of thousands of years. She has been keeping the gates of hell closed from the demons that threaten to wither the life in the Mortal World. Along venturing with the new generation she's not familiar with, Sapphire is overwhelmed by the changes that happened after thousands of years of being held inside the crystal. There, she meets the handsome werewolf twins, Phillius and Xeno, the son of the Alpha in the city of New York. Losing her memory, Sapphire has no idea about her purpose and why she was imprisoned inside a crystal for millennia. Under the care of the Clarkson Clan, she's forced to marry Phillius, the heir of the Clarkson Clan. Although Phillius is a perfect guy anyone could wish for, there’s an evil side hidden behind his perfect face. Even after she was chosen as the next Luna, Sapphire still refused Phillius because she is slowly developing feelings for Xeno, who hates her for a certain reason.

Aria, a prodigy Sigil Weaver of Vane Hall, spent five years pouring her loyalty, talent, and heart into Lycus—the Alpha who once saved her and the male she believed was her destiny. But when her stolen identity as Sundar, the legendary sigil artisan, is publicly revealed, Lycus defends Sandra instead, the trueborn daughter of the Sauders and his long-buried obsession. Aria becomes the scapegoat, the sacrifice, the one meant to stay silent. She refuses. Her defiance sets off a vicious chain of revenge. Sandra orders Lycus’s personal guard to crush Aria’s hand, destroying the gift that defined her entire life. Abandoned in the wilds, bleeding and fevering, Aria is found by Phantom, the shadow sentinel of Astra Veylor—the dangerous lone-wolf who once shared her bed and vanished without a trace. But Astra learns the truth too late. Lycus spirals from denial into violent regret. Sandra spirals from jealousy into madness. And Aria awakens into a world built on lies, power, and the price of devotion. She's caught between an Alpha begging for redemption, a warlord willing to claim her at any cost, and a future she must rebuild from ashes.

"Suck me then" "Suck me to dryness Lucien. Isn't that the only thing your clan is known for? Go on and consume me!!! " He pulled her closer to where he sat. Her breathings intensified and words could not escape her mouth. The hot air was visible between them in the darkened room. The door went open. A Sentinel rushed in to inform him that the Alpha Heir of the Werewolves was in their territory. They stepped out. "I have come to take my mate!" The Alpha Heir went. Lucien looked at him and his gaze switched to Nova who stood in front of him. He pulled her by her waist to his body. "She belongs to me now, she is my vampire consort" he retorted to anger him. Their eyes locked in a venomous gaze, amidst the loathing eyes of Nova's sister, Freya who watched them fight for her sister. In a world where werewolves and vampires are locked in an age-long war, Nova and Freya find themselves on opposite sides of a brewing conflict. A werewolf's love story, a lost bloodline unaware of her supernatural heritage, a rejected mate, a love that turns into an obsession, a vampire prince seeking retribution, sisters turned rivals. "A FORBIDDEN TALE OF PASSION"

Verssa Yanng, at a youthful nineteen years of age, boasts an undeniable allure, his striking visage, height six feet in stature, lean yet sturdy. His attractiveness is undeniable; he possesses a universally pleasing look that captivates from every angle. By the tender age of eighteen, Vers had already ascended to the summit of the fashion world as a coveted Top Super Model, dominating the runways of fashion weeks across nearly all continents. At nineteen, his cameo appearance in a movie unexpectedly seized the spotlight, with the supporting role eclipsing even the film's protagonist. Yet, the rosy facade of fame conceals its thorns. Beneath the dazzle lay the shadows of terror: malevolent letters, corrosive threats, and the persistent nocturnal intrusion of rabid fans knocking on his apartment door. Vers recalls having relocated over five times due to the relentless leakage of his whereabouts to his fanatic followers. One night, after a midnight shoot, Vers almost get kidnaped by a group that blocked his car and forcibly pulled him out. An escape landed him in a hospital bed, where he awoke to the presence of a mysterious figure in black. Gale Anderson, a former war veteran turned professional bodyguard, now stands as a sentinel for Vers. A very quiet and mysterious man, handsome yet frigid. His countenance rarely betrays emotion, six feet and five inches tall. His broad hands lifted Vers's slight frame with ease that rendered him akin to a mere child in his grasp. His aura is shrouded in enigma, withholding the identity of his employer, yet his mission remains unwavering: to keep Vers safe by any means necessary. For Vers, unfortunately, it's like a living nightmare; his freedom was robbed as his watchful bodyguard trailed him incessantly, even to the restroom.