Dark Sage 소설 & 이야기

“Umm…” Northstar interrupted him. “About what you want to ask me… I accept.” The simplicity of it stunned everyone into silence. “You… accept?” Amy finally managed. Northstar stood up, brushing non-existent dust from his jeans. “Yeah. I want to see how this thing ends. I’m tired of the forest. The werewolves have been howling too much lately, and the pixies keep stealing my socks. Your base has to have better laundry facilities.” He snapped his fingers. The air in front of him rippled like water, then tore open, revealing a swirling, dark blue portal. On the other side, the familiar sterile lights of the Dark Soldiers’ base corridor were visible.

I asked impatiently and he sighed. "Aarav...I am not sure how to tell you this but...that mark is something different... it is burned to hide the original one but still from what I can see, I can tell that it is not a birth mark or any that kind of natural marks on body....I think it is a mark which was used in older times to prove that the child is going to be the official heir of a whole mafia gang...."

Oshey walked to the window and glanced at the tree. She had the impression the tree was looking back. "I can see why you and I share this insane attraction." Oshey peeked over her shoulder at him. After a heavy such she continued to explain what she had been seeing. "In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us."

And that's where I see them. Not one. Not two. A full escort. Guards line the edges of the clearing, positioned like they're expecting a threat. Or transporting one. In the center waits the transport—dark, reinforced, built more like a moving cage than anything meant for comfort. Thick iron bands run along its sides, and hitched to it— Not horses. Massive ironclad dragons. Their eyes glow faintly, unnatural and sharp, smoke curling from their nostrils as they shift restlessly against their restraints.

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

I thought he wasn’t going to answer but at last he lifted his head and looked at me. “I have super speed, but you already know that one”, he paused. “Yeah, I saw you that day when you left the parking lot.” “Yeah. I can gilt, predict the future and also shoot ice from my body through my hands”, he said. “Gilt?” “Umm, gilt is disappearing from one point and appearing on the other”, he explained. “You mean, you can disappear from here and appear on that corner across the room?” I asked with surprise. He chuckled and said, “Yep, that’s how I roll. You want a demonstration?”

“Unlike a werewolf with silver, sages wouldn’t heal as fast when cut with a golden dagger or object.” Her poison was with her all along. Aaron thought. “Holy sh*t!” she heard the voice of Damor say from the back.

"I've created a disaster." "No," Sage said firmly, her hands still on his shoulders. "You've created an opportunity." All eyes turned to her, but she was focused on Liam, seeing past his exhaustion to the potential beneath. Her dragon consciousness recognised something in him she couldn’t quite place, but it was as if she had found something she didn’t know she was missing. "What kind of opportunity?" Marcus asked, his expression wary. Sage's copper hair was now definitely floating, defying gravity as her awakening accelerated. The golden traceries on her skin pulsed in time with Liam's shadow patterns, creating a visual harmony that reflected their deeper connection.

"I believe so. We have to, if we don't want it to be the other way around, we totally have to find a way to kill them successfully." "Then let's go. It looks like they aren't gonna let us pass unless we give them a good fight." I puffed a breath and removed the seat belt around my waist. "Kira, before we fight them, you have to know that we're gonna deal with an unusual wolf summoned by Darkesta with a dark spirit, magic, and souls. They are different from Percy. I cannot say if they are stronger but they can also manipulate dark potions, and black smokes, that is poisonous to us. Look at them carefully, tiny smokes are coming out from their noses as they breathe. Look at their tales, it als