Dark Sage Novels & Stories

“Too bad he didn’t come with the other one. Ragnar, or what is he called? Just like you, I fear his potential. I’m really happy no one has taken up the job of showing him who he really is. Good for business, don’t you think?” “I’ll destroy you, Zeke Dawn,” I growled with all the pain in my heart. “I’d love to see you try,” he smirked, and darkness shot out from one of them, wrapping me in thick darkness.

"Find someone else to order around," Sage snapped at Susan. She felt something hot burn inside her, like dragon flames. That burn spread inside her body like wildfire. Her eyes flashed orange, like dragon flames. She wasn't particularly upset over Susan's stupidity. She was upset because she was tthought orchestrated this. It's him who made her this upset. The pearl around her neck started to feel hot. Susan frowned, clearly not expecting this. Sage is the daughter of two Alphas, and her father is a pure-blooded Lycan. As his daughter, her Alpha aura is compelling and strong.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

Erimense said, laughing heartily. Darl became furious.He could see that Erimense was bleeding,but he was like hurting the body instead of the soul. Darl thundered. "I will kill you Erimense,and send your soul to the Dark lord to be her servant". He said,Darl roared.He combined the black mana and his qi together. The force of this,send stones and flowers in the garden into the air.This came along with a deafening sounds,he took off from the clouds into the air gathering black flames into his hands.

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

GRACE'S POV APRIL 12th, 2013 There was a sound. It came first as a distant ringing, sharp and persistent, like something fighting to pull me back from wherever I had fallen. It cut through the quiet darkness, growing louder, closer, more insistent. “Grace?” “Grace!”

He waves his hand, and the smoke sparks, hitting me in the chest and knocking me on my butt. “Callie!” Lucas speeds through the woods, standing protectively in front of me. He’s covered in blood and his shirt is torn. But he’s here. Alive. Well, kind of. “What the hell?” He stares at where Evander was just standing. “He’s possessed.” I push up onto my feet. “Can you expel the demon?” “I can try. There are rituals, but they’re dangerous. Not many survive.” “What do you need for it?” “Sage, salt, and a very specific spell.”