Sanctum Stories

Augustus Blake

Madison Davis and Stephen Strange have a rocky past. The two are obviously still deeply in love, but their breakup put a damper on a potential future. But a diagnosis and an accident could change all that. Doctor Strange gets another chance at life and soon makes something of it; something more than he could ever imagine. And maybe there's a chance to rekindle what once was. [Sunday uploads (may not upload every week)] *I don't own Doctor Strange. All credit goes to Stan Lee and the creators. I only own Madison.*

this story was asked by @rosepark22 so here it is

60 years before the events of the Black Knight's Armor, a young soldier named Gaius join the New Sanctum Colonial Troops to defend the colony from threats to the people of New Sanctum, but he is not prepared for what the Novus has instore of him.

He was fighting it - the apostasy, the urge renounce his discipleship, the temptation to forsake his shepherd, but he his duty was to all mankind. His duty was to let Clarke Griffin walk out the door and into the anomaly which would soon drop her and the others back on Earth.

The Sixth Legion is a fiction with elements of drama, comedy, and the supernatural. It's a fish out of water story about a normal everyday Italian American guy who lives in Sonoma County north of San Francisco. The central character is Don Cuillo, a local yuppie who after a visit from his estranged father; discovers there's an evil supernatural strain in his family that in the corporeal realm takes on the form of the mafia. However, in the supernatural; it has roots reaching directly to hell. Don is the heir apparent of pure evil on earth, but can he fight Satan's Dominari and change his legacy, and save himself and the souls of everyone he loves?

You hate s7 and wish it never existed? You want Bellarke so bad you want to do the unalive to jrat? You have problems understanding the whole time dilation thing? Are you reading this w a tv presenter voice? Then this for you, this is my alternate The 100 ending, no s7 events, no weird sht, Princess Mechanic friendship, Bellamy and Octavia reunion, Bellarke kiss, and the cute silly little epilogue we deserved, something else you want? Don't forget to vote this! -T 2022 Update: This is the concept of my made up finale, not an actual written story as my writing skills were absolute sht back in 2020.

Loki and Stephen are dating. They are the happiest they've ever been, deeply in love, ready to protect one another at all cost. But nothing lasts forever.

Previously banished from Azgeda for not killing her sister in a fighting ring, nightblood Jamie finds herself all alone after praimfaya hits. She has become accustomed to surviving alone until she discovers she is not the only that survived the death wave. Will Jamie finally trust someone other than herself? Will she reunite with her sister? How will her night blood affect her life when the bunker opens and the people from the Ark come down? Read as Jamie embarks on a journey of self growth as her past is erased and she forms a new, better future with Clarke and the rest of the 100 by her side. *season 5 complete* *season 6 underway*

"loving her was the easiest thing i ever did," he said. “even when it was hard it was easy. loving her was like breathing."

It was in the cottage. With her mom gardening, and her dad farming, the girl was having as much fun she could have by herself, being the only one her parents have given birth to. The family wasn't poor, though, the cottage was quite a bland thing. What fun she could have, with someone to play with. But the girl was set to work making a dress. And of course, what else to do when making a dress than to let your imagination run wild?

earthbound - 🌳 ✦ ࣪ ˖ 【 ⌗ the 100 fic! 】🔭𖥔 ࣪˖ ⋆ 𖦆 › © kadiiscool! ៸៸ ‧₊˚⁎ Tempest Taylor, saw nothing wrong in taking a quick swim in the Ark's water tanks, isn't is it just recycled water after all? She didn't break in either, just used her mom's keycard! But apparently on the Ark, quick swims count as water contamination and destruction of survival resources. So bye-bye to the wannabe mermaid fantasy for her and hello to the 4 walls of a Skybox cell that she'll stay in forever.. or so she thought. (the 100 1) [working on] (the 100 2) [not done] (the 100 3) [not done] (the 100 4) [not done] (the 100 5) [not done] (the 100 6) [not done] (the 100 7) [not done] STATUS: NOT COMPLETE [STARTED: NOV 04 2024] [FINISHED: ]

"How could you... last night... I was helpless! You are the one who molested me! And you dare do it again now!" she huffed. Khail wasn't affected with her crying. "Yes, I dare. You are just too sweet not to be tasted." His statement rang deep in the back of her mind. These were the words of an insensitive, cold-hearted demon. No more, no less. He was lusting on her --yes he was-- and that was the rightful particular emotion of choice. "I said don't come any closer!" she cried again when she noticed him inching more towards her. "I will stab you! I swear I will stab you demon or not!!!" she threatened, but it was only gibberish talk for Khail. "Nonsense Selene. Stab me if you want," he urged and this surprised her greatly. He continued to close in on her and this time, Selene didn't hesitate plunging the knife into his chest. ~ S ~ Easy for Supernaturals to live their life in what everybody calls 'forever'. That is easy for angels yes, but for demons, it is most likely a damnation of boredom. And that -- is the truth. However, how much more would it be for a demon who has a unique power to wield time and space? What is HE to do with such an unlimited lifetime then? ~ S ~ So this is a 5-part short story about Khronus and Selene that is stand alone but still connects to my book, SANCTUM. Do enjoy reading it and don't forget to comment, vote and share. ^_^ Lovelots, ~J.M. Felic Contains Mature elements. All Rights Reserved JMFelic Books

Sailor Sanctum Silver is a witch. She's a witch and she's awful at it. She'd much rather try to be a normal teenager but magic won't let her go.

Murphy's eyes grew wide with fear as he zeroed his gaze somewhere behind Bellamy's back. It took a second for Bellamy to realise he was staring at something before he too, turned around. "What is it-." His whole body froze and his mouth opened in shock. There, Clarke laid, unconscious on the ground. He scanned her whole frame before noticing the pool of black blood beside her. His heart stopped and he felt the panic return. He looked down at his hand holding the gun and back up to her. Everything finally clicked into place and realisation finally struck him. He shot her. Bellamy shot Clarke. Frantically, Bellamy stood to his feet and limped over to Clarke before collapsing next to her and checking hopelessly to see if she was alive. "Clarke... Clarke... Clarke... Shit! What have I done?" No, he couldn't lose her. She was too important to him. He needed her. He... No, Clarke couldn't die, he wouldn't let her. -- Feel free to send me oneshot requests and suggestions, I'll try to make them meet your expectations. --- Ranks: #39: bellamyblake 15 July 2019 #19: bellarke 28 July 2019 #1: bellarkefanfiction 26 December 2019

The old cottage at the north end of town was notorious among citizens. The way it creaked with the wind and it's shutters swung filled them with curiosity. Of course, no one had ever stepped inside before. No one dared. As mysterious as the cottage appeared, many of the citizens had their own ideas of what was actually inside. The children claimed that surely it was a witch's lair. The dying trees and humming cicadas waned within her presence. When they played in the north, they were afraid to get too close to the house. Where the grass began to die, the children insisted that anyone who stepped there would immediately turn inside out. The adults had different theories. Some believed that it belonged to an old woman with a deadly disease. For the good of the town, officials had allegedly locked her up in there, and she had a sustainable source of food. Others believed it was just just an old abandoned narcotics ring and that deviants would go their to trade. But I knew the truth. And truth was much uglier than any of the rumors.