Santuary Stories

I swallow up what is before me, what is behind me--and swallows anyone who is watching. Who am I? Benjamin (replacing Benjamin, who is a main in this story. And is also...

The waste lands aren't much different than the society you live in only thing, our walls are tangible The wastelands, you're average post-apocalyptic well wasteland, th...

As I locked eyes with him, I knew he was the one. I could feel the pull, my wolf was running around and barking in the back of my mind. He was about six foot, four inch...