Dark Sage Novels & Stories

“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 doubt that the risk will outweigh what is gained, and I gather from folklore that demons are easily defeated. I don't have all the herbs needed, only sage, but I have substituted holly and ivy. Both will create the pure environment this demon desires. Focusing on what I want is no issue; my heart throbs at the untold power I can command—a power that men can only dream of and one more ferocious than my current reputation. The dark God has already reached out to me, beckoning in dreams and nightmares, more alluring than the serpent in Eden. The sacrifice is a doe. A more exotic creature due to our location, but young and virginal. Its death will be agonising, but that isn't my concern. It's

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?”

"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

These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day. I feel like there is something very serious about this, I just wanted my father to trust me only. Having a normal life and everything I want and why can't I have it? Wow, I miss my grandfather so much. He would know how to tell me everything I needed and he would let me live, that much I know. My father is very strange, sometimes he talks to the super strange man, his name is Solomon, he has a bad face, they say he is the mayor here, but I can never see him like that, says my father.

I didn’t want her in the palace knowing my father was there. “What if we can make something to help Liam? Like a sage or something,” I asked, keeping my eyes on the pages before me. “This is different from managing my madness, Hannah,” he said in return. “We are talking about the underworld. A sage isn’t going to help us.” “It says in this book that sage can keep the darkness away. So, why not the underworld? Isn’t that where darkness was born?” “It’s where darkness was banished to,” he answered. “It’s a place where darkness lives. If the moon goddess can’t keep them from tormenting our kind, then sage isn’t going to do anything.”