Seventh Sanctum Novels & Stories

"Please come in, and I'll lead you to him." "Thank you." He muttered, taking a step over the threshold and entering inside the holy temple. Pale stones curved into wide circular spaces, each marked with glowing runes that floated in the air. There were only a few doors within the Sanctum, and more invisible barriers woven from moon magic, strong enough to hold even the wildest beast. "These are containment circles." The Chief Priestess explained. "They are bound to the moon. Once crossed, the magic seals itself." They kept walking down, before coming to a stop close to the largest circle at the far end of the Sanctum.

The Seven-Star Vault did not look like a "Mechanical" fortress from the outside. It was a "Null State" of architectural camouflage—a seamless expanse of black basalt and "Zero-Point" glass tucked into the vertical face of the mountain. To the "Unindexed" traveler, it looked like a natural cliff. To Ethan Hawke, it was the "Source-Code" of his greatest nightmare.

Or what was left of one. Lines and pathways, little towers inked in black. Some had vampire crests beside them. Others were just marked with Xs. There was a line drawn in gold—glimmering faintly even after what had to be decades, maybe centuries. It led to a mountain range, then to a circle with a single word written in delicate script: Sanctum. I didn’t know where it was. But the mountains looked vaguely familiar. Maybe part of the western cliffs near the edge of vampire territory? I'd seen something like them once in a book Jude kept locked away. A book he said not to touch.

The Hollow had never felt this quiet. Not even during the years when silence was a weapon. Now, it was a hush born of reverence. Like the world itself was holding its breath. Because the fire—the First Flame—was dimming. Not fading. Not dying. But passing. A Slow Descent Serena stood in the stone chamber deep beneath the Sanctum—the chamber only three others had ever entered before her. The last time, she had come here in fear, with Maeron’s betrayal freshly burned into her bones and Atheira’s warnings curled like a fist around her chest.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

But I have seen it, and it has gone into me like a splinter I will not be able to stop touching, because I know that count and I know what hand makes those marks, and that craft was not here when the city’s beacons first walked us down. The thing that pressed its ruined face to our glass at the bottom of the world did not need our slow wounded sub or our pressure locks. It came down its own way, in its own shell, through a channel built for whatever it has become. And it got here first. Sector Seven is not a prison. The first lie of the descent breaks on the dock. I climb out, look up, and keep looking. The ceiling is not where a ceiling should be. We are standing in a cathedral. A vault of

It wasn't just intuition; it was a physical tether. "She's right, Nomo. The Sanctuary sits on the original bedrock of the city. Everything else was built around it," Somito grunted from behind them, his massive frame barely fitting through the narrow, arched passage. He adjusted the heavy pulse-cannon strapped to his shoulder, the metal clinking against his tactical vest. "But Sofia, the timing is a nightmare. The Triad is on high alert because of the Decree. They’ll have inquisitors stationed at every entrance to the plaza."

Only me. --- They reached the plateau just as the moon slid behind a bank of thin, weeping clouds. The ruins stretched before them like bones scattered across the mountain’s spine. Broken archways and fallen pillars lay half-buried in the dirt, their silver inlays still glinting faintly as though refusing to dim even after centuries. At the center rose an altar carved from obsidian, its surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly as Serena stepped closer. “This is it,” Elias murmured. His voice carried reverence, almost fear. “The Sanctuary of the First Lunas.”

In his eyes, I was always the one who had to give. The bell rang. I opened the door to Sam, standing there, perfectly correct. "Miss Ava, the Don sent me to bring you back to Marwick. He sent a gift, too." He held out a flash drive. On it was security footage of Lena slipping into Dean's lounge and taking the gown. I was quietly startled. Sam looked like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Miss Ava, our base is in Marwick, yet you have to understand, the Ellison family is something every other family has to look up to."