Shrine Unscramble Novels & Stories

Long, metal candlesticks had fallen over, the candles themselves smashed into the dead grass surrounding the shrine. ‘I thought they said it was a tourist attraction-- this looks disgusting,’ thought Ursa, though she kept quiet. Her mouth would not move along with her thoughts. Instead, she took a few steps forward, stepping over the candlesticks and tree branches that covered the stairs to the shrine. The inside looked as if a natural disaster had swept through it. The furniture was either broken or overturned, covered in dusty white cloth. The stained glass windows were shattered, clumped in piles on the ground, as if someone had tried to sweep it earlier but stopped halfway through the pr

I fixed myself in front of the mirror and cleaned up the bed sheet we once laid upon before finally deciding to go outside. As I slide away the tent covering my view, my jaw automatically dropped open as my eyes scanned the place. What the hell? I don’t know how I should react the moment my eyes landed in front me. There, stood Daevon not too far from me followed by a man who doesn’t look that much older. There were hello kitty standees, standing at the side of the aisle, holding baskets of flowers.

"The shrine has been used recently. And not for blessing." Pushing through a final wall of thick ferns, we emerged into a clearing. The sight stole my breath. A wide, swift-moving river cut through the rocks, cascading over a shallow ford. On the far bank, nestled against a cliff face veiled in moss and vines, was the shrine. It wasn't a building, but a circle of standing stones, each taller than Adrien. They were blackened by time and the elements, their surfaces etched with runes so ancient they were almost worn smooth.

"But if she screams, I am taking your head." "She will scream." Malachi crushed the herbs into a dark, thick paste. "True purge will hurts more than the poison ever did." He pressed his palm to Elena's forehead. Her skin was so hot the straw beneath her began to smoke. "Hold her, Reaper. Do not let her break the circle." Sloane lunged forward, pinning Elena's shoulders to the pallet. The moment he touched her, the Shackle on his wrist went insane. The golden numbers began to spin, blurring as they devoured his seconds.

She leaned in once more, craving the taste of him, but he stood up straight, his lips now too high for her to reach. "You should be getting ready for the ceremony, it'll be starting in an hour," He said, making her pout as she peered up at him through her eyelashes. "Don't give me those eyes, doll. We'll have plenty of time for this later tonight," He added with a wink. A light shade of pink dusted across her cheeks. "... I'll go get ready now. See you later." ----- "I officially declare you, Madeline Blade, as the Luna of the Mystic Moon Pack. May your life be filled with blessings and joy, and may you birth a strong, worthy heir for this Pack."

And yet he was furious that she had gone alone. Raya watched them both, then turned and reached for a map on the wall. “There’s a shrine,” she said, spreading it across the table. “To the south. Carved into the hills beneath the fortress. It’s sacred ground—long abandoned, rarely guarded. From there, you can get inside.” Reva stepped forward, scanning the aged parchment. The path was narrow, a ravine twisting through rocky cliffs and thorn-choked forests. The shrine was marked with a silver rune.

She stepped forward while those zombies trailed behind her and entered the palace. “The Shrine!” In front of the palace gate was a sign that was engraved with the word “Shrine”. There were people in bright colors stationed every ten meters as they entered the structure and proceeded from the gate. The people guarding the Shrine put their hands in front of their chests and gave the priestess polite bows of their own when they noticed her passing by with those zombies. The priestess went all the way to the depths of the palace. In the end, she and the zombies stopped their tracks at the palace gate. She also placed her hands on her chest and groveled toward the palace before her piously.

Jax swore under his breath. “Second,” Rowan went on, “the shrine description from the river outpost? We’ve seen similar setups in a few places now. Always small. Always half‑finished. Always in spots where people will stumble on them before dawn. They’re not altars yet. They’re…advertisements.” “Recruitment posters,” Talia muttered. “But with worse graphic design.”

They instantly backed down and let me pass. “Then let me come with you at least.” A young guard offered. He looked well built and I didn’t have time to waste so I allowed him to come with. I for one didn’t know where I was going, but it seems like Scar knew. I could feel negative energy resurfacing and that’s why I needed my mate. Ara knows how to keep all horrible and negative energy from my head and heart. She helped me with my shutdown phases, and she reunited me with my long lost cousin who happens to be her best friend. Arabelle is the best thing that ever happened to me and if Jace does something to her, the gods help me.

"Son, is there something I should know about? You seem nervous and the panic room indicator went off not too long ago for this room." How? How could I forget that I upgraded the system so that every panic room had a trigger on it? If opened, the room would send a silent notification to Papa and me. "Oh yeah, I was just showing her where to hide in case anything happens and her and baby have to hunker down." Dietrich Shields wasn't anybody's fool and he damn sure wasn't going to made one. "Did you fix your problems like I told you to?" "Yeah, we're working on it. Still a little turbulence but she'll come around. Told her about the maze...."