Spirited Sanctuary Novels & Stories

Performing such a sacred pilgrimage alongside his mother felt like a blessing beyond words; she had truly needed his companionship on that holy journey. Then, by a strange twist of fate and good luck, Vicky heard the news of Samson and Jennifer’s engagement. He smiled quietly, without a trace of bitterness. When his sister Rita mentioned it, Vicky simply replied, “Yes, I already knew it.” It were deeply comforting moments when Vicky heard the news. He felt no surprise, for he had already surrendered everything to God in Makkah. This time, he carried no doubt in his heart — it was the first prayer he truly believed had been answered. He thanked to Allah Almighty.

He caressed her cheek before pecking her lips. "I love you my sanity. My life. My everything." He mumbled making her smile. " I love you too my kid, psycho and normal Lucifer." He chuckled before picking her up and making his way towards the bed. Life was hard on him. His past left a huge dent in his sanity but the future gifted him with a beautiful hand of care and comfort. And she becomes his love, his life. His Sanity. -THE END. _____________________________________ So here is the end of His Sanity. Hopefully, you guys liked this story.

Hanshaw bowed his head before was on his way out of Lance’s room. We were currently at Sanctium, a dimension that was inhabited my all supernatural creatures. It’s a sanctuary for every supernatural creature ever born, without human influence. And it’s also the place where most of the Royalty resides. And I had to thank the Gods that the person I had wanted to contact was at Sanctium when I needed them the most. I came and sat beside Lance on the bed, waiting for him to regain consciousness. If their estimation was right, Lance should wake up very soon, and thanks to the time difference between our world and Sanctium, we can get back to our world without having wasted much time.

"I told you to stay quiet." I looked at him across the room and then at Ajax asleep in the crib behind me. After the attack, he didn't even ask about my wound, as if I didn't exist. Clearly, there was nothing left I could say that he was in a state to hear. Silently, I picked up Ajax and went to get ready for the Wolf Spirit Sanctuary, letting them keep me locked away there. The Sanctuary was old and built of thick stone, hidden in a secret area of the Shadowmoon's old, ruined alpha mansion's compound. That mansion had long been abandoned by Kieran's grandfather, now heavily guarded by his special force to keep the sanctuary safe.

TEN YEARS LATER HELEN’S P.O.V. The coffee in the North always tastes burnt. I had decided years ago it was because water boils differently when it’s sitting on top of a dormant magical volcano. I stood on the balcony of the Spire—now fully enclosed in reinforced glass—looking down at the city of Sanctuary. It was no longer a crater of gray snow. It was a metropolis of light. Over the last decade, Sanctuary had become exactly what its name promised. It was a

Moss covered the walls, and ivy had claimed half the structure, swallowing it back into the forest. But it wasn’t the house that made my stomach drop. It was what surrounded it. Thin strands of black twine hung from the trees, knotted and looped in patterns that made my eyes hurt to follow. Symbols were carved into bark, glowing faintly blue like they were breathing. “Witch spells,” I said, stopping dead in my tracks. My uncle glanced back, looking almost impressed. “Not bad, kid.” “What the hell is this place?” “Sanctuary,” he said simply. “And a prison. Depending on which side of the barrier you’re on.”

There’s not much to see, the buildings inside are almost entirely damaged and covered in reeds and wild trees. ‘Yeah, I don’t feel anything other than the animals that already occupy this place’ Destine informed. ‘Sabrina… Titus’ voice in my head reminded me that we were no longer in Trazmoz and that we could use the mind-link again. “There’s nothing here’ I replied to my mate who sounded. worried. ‘Get some rest, the sun has set again. You didn’t rest last night and went straight to the old palace’ It was an order and from the tone of his voice he didn’t want any arguments at all.

I order. I notice how some of them swallow thickly and then climb out of the van. Their breath hitches when they see the men and Phoenix. Stefon's eyes roam back to me, silently asking what's happening. “Welcome to Phoenix's Sanctuary.” My voice booms in the quiet space. Eyes on me. “The only place where redemption meets judgment, peace meets chaos, and life meets death.” They flinch, trying to process how I went astray, but they do not know that this is what everyone deserves.

I felt the shift in him—the tightening of his body, the sudden spike of awareness in the bond. Neither of us said a word. There was nothing that needed saying. Some things lingered no matter how many deeply you tried to bury them. We kept walking. The sanctuary rose ahead of us, a small, ancient structure of pale stone tucked into a clearing beside the sacred spring. The spring itself glittered inside the walls, a sliver of silver water coiled through mossy rocks, sparking swaying reflections on the outer wall. The faintest scent of wild mint drifted on the breeze.

He sensed the emotions of creatures throughout the sanctuary, the awareness a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The sanctuary dwellers welcomed them to a communal feast, their acceptance a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrilling promise of the unknown. Around a central fire pit, they shared stories and knowledge, the exchange a vivid, living force that filled the air with life and the thrill of discovery.