Spirited Sanctuary Novels & Stories

Within the ethereal halls of knowledge, individuals immersed themselves in the timeless wisdom, finding guidance, clarity, and the courage to walk their unique paths. The Luna Sanctuaries flourished as cosmic retreats, nestled in celestial landscapes of breathtaking beauty. These sanctuaries served as sacred spaces for beings to reconnect with their authentic essence. Amidst the shimmering stars and celestial melodies, individuals delved deep within, shedding the layers of conditioning and societal expectations, and rediscovering the core of their true selves. In these sanctuaries, they found solace, healing, and the freedom to express their authenticity without fear or judgment.

I replied, I did not want her to have a reason to come to me again. "When the spirit wolf is tired of you, she too will cast you aside. She is not your equal." She stated most crazily. It was as if she had snapped. " Samantha can never be Luna. She is an Alpha, a spirit wolf, a goddess. You aim too high Wildbreed, your fall will be hard and painful. You just wait and see. Enjoy it while it lasts." She said, laughing, kicking and screaming as the delta guards came to take her away. Hilda had completely lost her mind.

“Um-hmm. Well, I believe tomorrow is the school outing over to the Grasslands, if I’m not mistaken. Field trip they take once a month.” “Grasslands?” “Yes. Blessing Acres, it used to be called. Now it’s Blessing Grasslands. Bison sanctuary.” Katie smiled again. “I remember Blessing Acres.” “Know where it is?” “I’ll find it.” “Wear boots. And remember . . . discreet. Stay safe.” “Goodnight, Chief.” “Goodnight, Katelyn.” *** Eventually, Katie nodded off in an armchair by the window, photocopies of the victims’ images in her lap. As she dozed, her head leaning propped on one hand, something stirred and began waking up in the darkness outside the motel.

“How do you know about that?” Chuckling, I whirled the chair around, facing her direction, “Baby girl, have you stop to think about why everything is so intense since you stepped out of your town?” “No— maybe, a few times I guess,” “Well, evil can't pass through a sanctuary' gate,” “A sanctuary?” “Yes, Evil can not intrude, they have to be invited in,” “Hold on... So the tree?” “Is a plant from the heavens, it's enchanted with powers that form a shield over your hometown,”

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

an awkward rustle, like two shadows clashing, followed by a loud thud that echoes through the sanctuary. I blink. “Is… everything alright?” “Yes! Perfectly fine,” the voice answers a beat too quickly. “Just… strong spiritual energy in this place. Very… charged.” “Right,” I say slowly, raising an eyebrow, even though they can’t see me. Still, the idea has been born, fragile but whole. If the world won’t give Lucian peace… I will. --- That night, I climb to the attic... a sanctuary of my own. My makeshift apothecary lab welcomes me with the familiar embrace of herbs and oils. The soft golden glow from enchanted candles bathes the small room in warmth.

Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee! IM-MAR-TU!” Then I turn to the South, “Sutu! From the desolate lands gallop forth! In the darkness, I shall ride these winds, I summon thee! SU-TU!” Next, I face East, “Sadu, Mountain Wind of the blazing dawn! Send forth the storms of burning rain! I summon thee! IM-KUR-RA!” Finally, I turn to the North, “Istanu, storm winds which split open the land, I summon thee! IM -SI-SA!”

Together, they designed the sanctuary, infusing it with their love, artistic expressions, and the wisdom they had gleaned from their own journeys. The sanctuary became a sanctuary of healing and inspiration—a space where individuals could explore their creativity, engage in mindful practices, and connect with others on a profound level. It offered workshops, retreats, and immersive experiences that invited participants to dive deep into their own inner landscapes, discovering the beauty and resilience that lay within.

"Anyway, onto more pressing matters. I need to run something by you, the issue is, I haven't exactly told the council about it yet." The alpha let out a deep chuckle and walked back over to his desk, before sitting down at it. "The council have nothing to do with the rebellion, they just know about us and aid us with the smuggling. They only really deal with the sanctuary." What? What exactly was the sanctuary and why had I been placed there for so long then. It was almost as if the alpha had read my mind because he was quick to answer my unspoken question. "The sanctuary that you've been living in, is simply there for families and people that possess great assets that will be used in the mo

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.