All Sage Mode Users Novels & Stories

SAGE “This is the contract you both go through it before signing and remember I’m doing this for your interest. But you must know that you try and make things work. The man can not call it quiet but rather the woman. Sage, I’m being very precise because I know how obstinate you tend to be but you know better than to defy me” she states in a warning tone narrowing her stare at me to which I shrugged.

He rasped, sitting there in his wheelchair wearing only sweatpants. Shivering, I gulped and looked down at the floor. Footsteps drew closer to the top of the stairway to see what the disturbance was about. Especially since their Alpha was upset. “Oh, it’s just Mikayla,” Sage blearily acknowledged, half-naked in his boxers. Tattos of forestry were on his hands and crept up to his neck and chest, and his straggling sandy blond hair a mess. I blinked as I took in his eight pack muscular frame.

Chapter 42 Kai had been training under Wilson for a year now, and he had mastered the summoning technique. But the final stage of his training, sage mode, was proving to be much more difficult. Kai had been struggling to use sage mode for months. He could only maintain it for a few seconds at a time, and he couldn't even enter sage mode at all some days. Wilson was growing concerned. Kai needed to be able to use sage mode to face the challenges that lay ahead.

I begin, but Granger cuts me off. “What reason would the witches have to push anyone from this pack out of their territory? I thought the Rogueland packs were on good terms with the witches?” he asks. Rogueland, that’s a new term too. I categorize it in the mental sheet of notes I’ve started taking on this place and its people, building a mental map of the land, the allies, and enemies within it. “They’re nervous about something,” Sage says under her breath as she refills her glass of wine. Her eyes lift from the wine glass to meet mine.

ARIA'S POV Sage has been locked in her room all weekend and won't talk to anyone or eat. She had just three hours to decide if she would face Victoria or lose the state university. She was just staring at that email. I knocked on her door. "Sage. Let me in." "Go away." She said. "Not happening. Open the door or I'm coming in anyway." Silence. Then the lock clicked. She sat on her bed with her laptop open. The acceptance letter on screen.

Sage was somewhat reluctant to concede victory to Timothy. With a smirk, Sage retorted: "Do I need a reason to hack you? I did it because I wanted to." Timothy narrowed his eyes, showing no restraint: "You're nothing but a weakling. Do you surrender?" "Never! You cheated!" Sage felt a surge of indignation. During their confrontation, Timothy had managed to covertly probe his IP address. It seemed like Timothy was also a computer whiz.

Sage didn't move from her laptop, her eyes narrowed as Selene dropped her bag onto the concrete floor with a heavy thud. "You have a lot of explaining to do," Sage said, her voice sharp with the edge of a woman whose life’s work had just been breached. "Let’s start with my encryption protocol. That was a private build. I didn't even use it on the Silvercrest mainframe. How did you get it?"

“I have no idea what witchcraft is capable of, but I want to prevent her from influencing the rituals to her advantage.” “I assume you have thought this through,” I commented. “What's your plan?” Sage Nicolas never does half work, he is renowned for his steadfast dedication to completing all tasks with utmost thoroughness and precision. Before presenting any plans or ideas, he thoroughly develops them in detail beforehand, which I'm sure he has already done concerning this matter as well. It's apparent that Sage doesn't trust Xanne at all.

I urge Vera as she helps to usher Sage in. Sage moves along, her deformed hands sweeping around the walls of stone to steady herself. At her age, the descent from high areas in the forest where she resides in a tiny cottage is dangerous, but she came anyway. She always does when the pack needs it. "How many now?" Sage asks, her blind eyes perceiving everything though they are veiled over. "Seven with active symptoms," I inform her grimly. "Three more with minor episodes. And it's spreading." Sage nods, as if she had expected this. She kneels beside Mack first, her knotted hands hovering over his lifeless body without touching him. Her lips shape a wordless spell, as she utters words in anoth

His face was expressionless but I could see the concern in his eyes. “Shouldn't be too hard. What a bunch of cops gonna do anyway huh?” I chuckled lightly. “Oh, they aren't cops.” Sage said with a grimace, “Or at least half of them aren't. They are hired mercenaries.” “Good. So am I.” I walked towards the kitchen counter beckoning Elias to follow. “Hey, could you grab me an apple if you got any?” Sage called out to Elias, “Or any other convenient snack to munch on. Thank you.”