Shattered Sanctuary Novels & Stories

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.

Chapter Fifty Eight : Behind the Mask Outside, the wind howled, battering against the windows of this small, isolated cabin they had picked out for their hideout. The night was thick with eerie silence, save the occasional rustle of leaves or the low hum of the car engine, idling some distance away. Inside, in the cabin, it was choking and tense as Rachel and Vanessa stood in front of the old wooden mirror, with their reflections staring back—two women on the brink of something dangerous, irreversible.

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

Within the sanctuary's sacred embrace, a sym In the hallowed depths of the sacred sanctuary, a place where secrets whispered and shadows danced, two souls sought refuge from the tempestuous world outside. Zavier, with his brooding eyes and enigmatic aura, and Sophia, with her ethereal grace and fierce determination, were drawn together by an invisible force, their hearts entwined in a delicate dance of solace and strength. As they ventured deeper into the sanctuary, its ancient walls whispered tales of forgotten legends and untold mysteries. The air crackled with an electric energy, as if the very essence of their In the depths of their souls, they bared their most intimate desires and vulne

The sanctuary's purpose had deepened, and its role in the cosmic conflict became their ultimate calling. With newfound clarity, Luna and her allies set out to prepare for the trials ahead. They sought to strengthen the sanctuary's defenses, forging alliances with other realms and gathering ancient artifacts imbued with celestial power. Each member of the sanctuary embraced their unique gifts, honing their skills and readying themselves for the challenges that lay ahead. As Luna led her pack through intense training and strategic planning, the sanctuary transformed. Its inhabitants became more than a community—they became a united front, bound by a shared purpose and destiny. The sanctuary pu

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

"If you want to hurt her, you go through me!" They wrestled on the ground. "Isabella, run!" Vincent yelled. Alexander scooped me into his arms and we fled. Just as we reached the exit, Sophia broke free. "Go to hell!" she screamed, pressing the button. Time stood still. I saw Vincent look at me, his lips moving, and with a final, desperate act of strength, he shoved a display case toward us, shielding us as he lunged back toward the bomb. A deafening explosion rocked the building.

“Stop hovering like a saint on a pyre and MOVE!” He grits his teeth, veers toward the fractured edge, wings screaming against the weight of gravity, and throws us both onto it just as they give out. We hit the stone hard. My ribs howl, breath shattering in my chest. Lucious’s blade clatters away, skittering toward the chasm. I push to my knees—and freeze. The Sanctum is gone. Not broken. Not fallen. Gone.

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.