Shelter Novels & Stories

Ray told them, turning to Theo “ get as many omegas, with women and children down in the safe room” After everyone left, I turned to Ray. “ Is the shelter that we have in place big enough for everyone?” because I never had a chance to go check the place out, I don't know how big it is. Taking by the shoulder he says “ yes it is don't worry about it we have some food and water and blankets in there for them” “ Sounds like you're planning on leaving them in there for a while, “I said with a laugh.

Ben and his class entered the shelter and inside the shelter, they could see five different separate shelters with glasses covering it entirely like a bubble. They were very huge and had different habitats inside them, except for the habitat in the center which was plain and had cages placed inside them in various places, some beast cubs were left to wander here and there. An instructor came towards them and started to teach about the different types of beasts and the habitats around them, but he didn't mention anything about the different beasts placed in the central shel

Lila joined in quickly: “You treat us like amateurs. We have never done such things before of course it takes time!” “And learning faster saves lives,” Kael said simply, hammering another peg firm. Alexus walked through all sides, checking and encouraging evenly. He moved naturally now between his old way commanding, polished and what Kael showed: practical, grounded, humble strength. He even worked harder than many, hands scratched and dirty like ours. By late afternoon, the shelter stood strong: long, raised, sloped roof, walls thick enough from wind and rain, open sides for air but easily closed. Inside divided into two sections men and women sleeping areas

Elena Voss brought it to Council in November as a fait accompli and dared anybody to object. Nobody objected. Alpha Sterling asked, mildly, who owned the building, and there was a silence of about nine seconds, and then Isabel Sterling said, "Nobody does, and I would recommend very strongly that this Council resist the temptation to fix that," and it was left. It has no name either. People call it the shelter. It is unlocked, the stove is always laid, there is tea in a tin, and there is a book on a shelf in which people write things down, and Marcus goes out four days a week and sweeps it and fills the tank and does not talk to anybody unless they talk to him

The safe house. It was small, but it was shelter. The walls were smooth stone, the floor packed with hard earth. A cold fireplace sat against the far wall, its hearth filled with dry kindling. A wooden shelf held a few supplies—cured meat, dried herbs, a stack of blankets. There was a small spring trickling down the back wall, feeding a shallow basin of clear, cold water. It wasn't much. But after the cold, the wind, and the fear, it felt like a palace.

“Elaine.” “Arsel.” My father, connected from Eclipse, covered his mouth to hide what was probably a smile. Mom looked up at the ceiling, and Kiel suddenly found a tablet fascinating. “Five minutes,” I said. Elaine crossed her arms. “Four.” I led her into a side office and closed the door. “That shelter is the most secure place in Crescent,” I said before she could speak. “It has Alpha blood barriers, internal guards, and an emergency exit leading to Eclipse.”

That was a very good question. I slowly looked around the shelter as if a chicken might be standing politely in the corner, waiting to explain itself. There were bones. Rags. Water skins. Burnt cloth. A cold wall. A hidden entrance. A dragon servant by the door. A traumatised survivor cooking breakfast in a pan that looked older than most pack laws. There were no chickens.

The holographic screen changes, displaying a map of the valley and highlighting the five steel dome shelters we noticed earlier. “To survive the extreme weather conditions and the nocturnal predators of the Jura Period, participants are required to occupy the designated Protection Shelters. Each shelter has a maximum capacity of one team consisting of five participants. During the next forty-eight hours, participants are authorized to use any means necessary to seize and defend these shelters.” The voice pauses for a moment, emphasizing its next words. “Good luck.”

I held the wall, heaving until my ribs ached. My reflection in the cracked mirror made me flinch, skin pale, sweat sticking strands of hair to my forehead. I pressed a hand low on my belly, the faintest swell hidden under my hoodie, and whispered, “Just breathe... we’re okay.” By daylight I traded the bleach smell for dog hair. The shelter sat on the edge of town, a squat cinderblock building humming with noise, barking, clanging bowls, the squeak of rubber boots. I cleaned kennels, folded laundry, fed bowls of kibble. Nobody cared if I stayed late.

“We will need to steal some clothes here. It’s a shelter I made for Lycans who can nearly get by because of one thing or the other. As t the shelter they can get food and clothing even though they can’t make enough money to get it themselves. There is more than enough outfits for us to choose from and disguise in, here.” The talk about the existence of the shelter and what it was for, made me cringe visibly. It was so obvious that he couldn’t help but notice. He couldn’t help but question my reaction too. “You seem almost shrilled with disgust at the thought of my shelter<