Seventh Sanctum Novels & Stories

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

Caitlin nodded, ready to drop the detours and face things head-on. “Did you uncover anything?” she asked. Sebastian’s expression sharpened. “Yes. We found one of the Jonathan family’s holdings here in Regalis—a casino called The Seventh Door. Their empire didn’t grow clean. They built their fortune through the underground.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “And we uncovered something big. Remember the underground bank in Departure City, V Country?” “Yes.”

Tunde stood frozen as they disappeared into the shadows. “You see?” Makan’s voice was almost gentle now. “The Ruins take everything. I can give you something back. Let them run to their dust and hunger. You belong here.” Tunde’s chest rose and fell like he was drowning. His fists clenched, but he didn’t move. Not yet. ………. Citadel, Maintenance Sector The corridor Samuel barreled down twisted through the Citadel’s underworks, all pipes, dim mag-lamps, and steam vents hissing from the walls. Abigail struggled against his grip, but his pace didn’t slow.

“Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them? I’m not a toy. I abstained from being manipulated. “Do your worst,’ I sneered. “I don’t give a damn ass about who you are. Fuck the moon goddess. Was she blind or drunk choosing seven mates for me? You all must be

All because of how strange your acts are. "Fun fact! I watched this one in a certain show. It says that a human's soul doesn't leave our world right away. It stays for a few days to finish an unfinish business when they were still alive. Isn't that interesting yet creepy at the same time? Just imagine how would they look like when they reached for you!" Then the kid let out a cute giggle. I couldn't say a thing, but giggle with her as well instead. Since these two certain person are talking about ghost and you, asking for a seven day vacation, somehow convinces me that you are a ghost. But in some way, if you are a ghost, then that means you're dead?

“You keep walking toward doors that weren’t built for you.” She lifted her chin. “Open the one that is.” Silence stretched—the kind that measured worth. Then one facet darkened, swallowing its light until it showed not reflection but depth. Stairs unfolded inside it, slick with frost. “Down,” Taren whispered. “Down,” she agreed. They stepped through the glass. ⸻ The Sanctum of the First Flame was smaller than any legend promised. It was a room of bare stone with a basin sunk into the center like a wound. No pillars. No altars. Only a low platform on the far side where a body lay bound in chains of white metal—runes glowing dimly at each link.

“There’s a place. It’s not far, but it’s hidden—protected by old magic. The darkness can’t follow us there.” “What place?” I asked, my suspicion growing. “The Sanctum,” Soren said quietly, looking at Lucian. I caught the tension between them, a silent conversation I didn’t understand. “What aren’t you telling me?” I demanded, crossing my arms, trying to hide my shaking hands. “The Sanctum is safe,” Lucian said firmly. “But it has risks. The magic protecting it is... unstable. It wants something for entry.” “A toll?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes. “What kind of toll?”

I mumbled. "Jackson. We will figure it out. Maybe the rogues will tell you more." She whispered turned to face me and scooted closer. One hand on my shoulder and the other one still holding on to her beer. I nodded solemnly. I didn't know how we would fix this. Alpha - I'm sorry to bug you at home but a literal bus load of wolves are here to see the Luna. They keep saying they are her family? The border patrol mindlinked me. Names? I mindlinked them back.

Title: Sanctum Blurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark. Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.