All Sage Mode Users Novels & Stories

Sage taps the computer and it blinked to life. "Here's your login. It's only temporary right now, but if you get the job pemanently, I'll be here to make sure you're settled and change it all up for you. Pop it in the box there." She tapped one blue fingernail against the screen. I typed, conscious of my newly painted red nails."I can't believe am sweating like a 16 year old going for her First roller coaster ride well I need this job more than ever if not for anything but my eyes can bear to witness any of my mom and dad sex life.

Maybe if I try to work, my mind will leave her. “Alpha?” Someone called out, and I turned. It was Sage. Her smile was bright, and she was dressed like she was coming from the soldiers’ realm. I replied with a curt nod. Her eyes were roaming my entire chest, and I immediately regretted not wearing a shirt. She bit her bright red lips, which turned to a grin. “ What's it, Sage?” “ Uhmm… uhmm I just… uhmm wanted to say to the soldiers' realm, a new batch of trainees is ready, and I just need your approval to start their training.” She said, her eyes going from my body to my face.

sage tells me in a voice I didn't recognize Her voice was laced with fear and her hands trembled "What do you mean, why should i?" I ask "Because she's a witch" sage answers Everyone in the room gasps in surprise including me but I still held her securely. "So what if she's a witch your one too" I say confused "It's not just about her being a witch she's different from me and other witches you know" "How so?" Mom asks "She's a sifer witch" Sage answers "What does that mean?" Brandon asks

He said suddenly. She refused immediately. “No.” “Why not?” He smiled faintly. “Beacise, I have prior commitments to my pack, I can’t just up and leave.” Sage answered calmly. “Sounds like you’re making excuses.” Cassius teased. “I’m guessing you don’t think you can handle an unfamiliar pack.” Sage’s lips curved into a slow smirk. “Is that a challenge?” she asked. “It is,” Cassius replied. “Then I accept.”

I opened it and saw a message from Livius. Livius: Sage is the one I sent for you. My car got flat. We will also buy food after that. I glanced at Sage before typing a reply. He was busy on the road. Me: Okay. Be careful driving. My phone beeped again. It was from Livius. This time Sage looked at me. I averted my gaze and directed my attention to the cellphone. Livius: What do you want to eat? Me: What you bring. "Serio always delivers you?" Sage asked all of a sudden.

Julian and Will set up sentry turrets outside while I helped lower Callum onto a cot. “Can you patch him?” I asked, turning to the woman waiting in the shadows. Sage stepped forward, her pale hair tucked behind one ear, eyes like frost. “I’ve handled worse,” she said simply, and began laying out tools. Sage was an old contact. Ex-Cyphernet, burned by Calidus years ago and still quietly at war with them. She didn’t speak much — didn’t trust many people. But when she looked at Callum, something flickered in her expression.

“Off record. Discreet.” Another pause. Short. “Names?” Sage asked. Iris gave them. No hesitation. Silence followed. Not empty. Working. Iris waited. She did not move. She did not sit. She simply stood, listening to the faint sound of her own breathing in the quiet room. Minutes passed. Then Sage’s voice returned. Lower. Tighter. “Confirmed,” he said. Iris’s grip on the communicator did not change. “They have been holding informal meetings outside official channels,” Sage continued. “Agenda unknown.”