The Sacred 28 Novels & Stories

The air was cold, heavy with the scent of earth and something older, like ancient magic woven into the walls. My mind drifted, replaying the moments that made this worth it—Kasamaan’s hand in mine, his rare smiles, the way he’d hold me close and whisper promises of forever. Our love, our life, our child. I didn’t know where she was, but his words echoed in my heart: She’s safe, my love. I swear it. That was enough.The sacred chamber loomed ahead, its stone walls carved with symbols I couldn’t read, lit by torches that cast long shadows. The altar stood at the center, a slab of smooth stone bathed in moonlight streaming through a hole in the roof. They’d rolled away the stone covering, just a

It’s thrilling, like teasing a dangerous tiger, an addictive feeling I can’t get enough of. He smiles. “Oh yes, I’ll teach it to you some time.” “Is sex involved with everything?” “Sex, birth, death, rebirth. The Wheel of the Year. The Underground adheres to it, keeping all the holy days sacred. You know, with orgies.” He winks. I smile. “Sounds very pagan.” “That’s because it is. We even have a patron Goddess we pay our respects to, Diana, Goddess of the moon and the Hunt.”

Nothing to fear or expect from them, I didn't have any visions of something bad happening nor did I have a bad feeling about it. Everyone here knows that the Supreme supernaturals normally went on a frenzy when finding their significant other on a full moon and the vamps wanted us to be separated for that exact reason. My body is being pulled out of my chair as I link my eyes with him and Castiel talks to me pulling me out of my reverie, "What the hell were you doing sittin' there, Reed? They're asking for you." "Who?" I have a great assumption about who he was talking about but I needed the confirmation to take action.

It seems I recognized the voice. "The prostitution complex must be burned to the ground!" he exclaimed. "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!" "There is no place for immorality on earth!" "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!" “We live and die in the way of Allah! Are you with me? " "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!"

With that, she stands up and starts pacing around. I remain seated mulling over everything she has just said. I am yet to fully understand the meaning of everything she had said. However, the one thing I know and have understood is that the bond she created is sacred. Be it the mate bond, familial bond, or pack bond, no one can take away the sacredness of these bonds. Now I hope she will answer my question without riddles.

Draven’s POV I have been trying this ritual every year since I was sixteen. Sixteen was when I became a man in this goddess-forsaken town. A Seer foretold that I would find my mate, as Tiamat has been reborn. I was told to do a summoning ritual during the full moon when it is in the constellation of Sagittarius. I have done that for the last six years. I am tired of waiting for and wanting what is mine and the power that I will gain from our union. After the ritual failed again this spring, I decided to try it in September. I will try it every month if that's what it takes.

A handful of them even had their hearts ripped out completely, reverting to their original beast forms and dying on the spot. Priscilla looked annoyed and impatient. "Who gave you the right to tell me what to do? I am the successor of the Snake clan! At worst, I'll just find something else to replace the Sacred Heart with after letting Jas use it!" I couldn't stop myself from sneering and chuckling out loud at that. The Sacred Heart was an incredibly rare stone that was impossible to come by even once in ten thousand years. All of the wealth and treasures accumulated by all beastmen over the millennia combined wouldn't even amount to a fraction of it.

The high-dimensional space was also under surveillance. Of course, the eight-dimensional space where David was located was not a space the Palmore family could monitor. They could only monitor seven-dimensional space at most to prevent the three True Saints of the Fellowes family from escaping. The eight-dimensional space was somewhere only Sacred Saints could enter. People from the Palmore family probably would not have guessed that there would be a Sacred Saint here. Among these people, David also sensed an unusually powerful aura. A Sacred Saint! That person was even the best among Sacred Saints, meaning they were at least a late or peak Sacred Saint.

"No. We're heading to the Sacred mountains." "It feels...loud," Luna, who had pressed her forehead to the window, whispered. She wasn't wrong, for Sacred grounds always hummed beneath the skin. We made it up the very last steep curve with only a few minutes left before midnight. The Mountain rose like a colossal black statue carved from the very night itself. At its base sat the complex–the towering citadel of the Supreme Council. Stone columns that were shaped like wolf fangs guarded the entire entrance. Silver runes glittered brightly on every arch, and it pulsed faintly as if it were alive.

; my love for Eryx was being labeled "The Collateral for the Twenty-Eighth Cycle" "You are not a rebel, Darlene," the Priest stated, his starlight-eyes fixing on mine. "You are just the Latest Renewal of the Contract". The smoke lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Commitment hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Consummated. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into a "Sacred Marriage of the Sovereignty." My rage was being turned into a "Spousal Duty"; my grief was being turned into "Ceremonial Wine".