Shattered Sanctuary Novels & Stories

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

The outpost at the end of it was the First Void War equivalent of what they'd been looking for since Oakhaven. The Shatter-Sanctuary was built into a hidden gorge where the mountain's geology had created a natural overhang that rendered the space invisible from above and the quartz content in the surrounding stone provided the same sensor refraction as the Gravel-Lands outside, but concentrated. It was not large for a hundred and forty people. It was large enough.

I said. He slipped out of the room, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the penthouse. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hand resting protectively over the mahogany trunk containing the Shattered Mirror. My spine. My salvation. Twenty minutes passed like a slow agonizing torture. Every creak of the hotel walls made me flinch. Every gust of wind against the glass sounded like Lir’s voice whispering threats into the dark.

Elena *****Midday — The Broken Sanctuary***** The sanctuary had no roof. Just shattered stone columns clawing at the sky and a circle of scorched symbols carved into the ground. It used to be a holy place once. Before wars. Before blood soaked into everything sacred. Now it felt like a grave waiting to be filled. The seer was already there when we arrived. She sat inside the circle, legs folded beneath her, white hair tangled and matted, eyes covered with a strip of black cloth. Chains bound her wrists — not to hold her, but to keep everyone else alive.

Ruby, upon hearing my voice, looked up from the policewoman's arms, her eyes swimming in tears. Her look was a tangled mess of emotions: fear, shame, but above all, a desperate hope, like she was clinging to a lifeline, and a barely perceptible flicker... A silent question, checking if I was sticking to the plan. Choking back sobs, she reached for me. "Honey... honey..." I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection.

Nyx unleashed shadows across the battlefield again. Darkness swallowed dozens of shadow beasts instantly. But more kept coming. Too many. The sanctuary was falling apart around us. The barrier shattered completely.And somewhere deep under the valley— Something else awakened. A roar sounded loud. Different from the hunter. Everyone froze instantly. Even the hunter turned sharply toward the mountains. Nyx’s face went pale. “No…” The ground trembled violently beneath us. Massive cracks spread across the sanctuary floor. Dark red light began glowing under the valley itself.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

They had truly lost the twins, one hundred and seventy-three paces from the Sanctuary doors. It took Jenifer a stark thirty seconds to grasp the gravity of the situation. By then, their group had splintered, and the only thing echoing back at her was Zayla’s voice, swallowed by the dark. Sanctuary was supposed to be a place of refuge, a fortress against the unknown, but now it felt alive, twisting and turning with its own sinister agenda.

But she's strong, she's an Alpha and a Lycan at that. " I have started working on your release. A healer is working on preparing an antidote that would break the chains so you can be free.." Richard replied. Isabella said nothing else. She felt a ray of hope in those words. She wished she could live to see the day that antidote would arrive. If Lukas confronts her at this point, she knows she would fall before him like a weakling. Infact, the weakest of the warriors would defeat her in her present state.