Dark Sage 소설 & 이야기

“It’s rare. Grows only during the Blood Moon. Boil it with wolfsbane and silver root, and you get a brew strong enough to erase memories temporarily. Dangerous… if used too often, it can cause permanent gaps.” “Could it be slipped into a drink?” “Yes. It’s tasteless if mixed right.” I stared at the jar. “Do you have any left?” Sage shook her head. “No. I stopped harvesting it years ago. But the last person who asked about it… was Gracie.” Everything inside me stilled. “She said she was researching toxins,” Sage added. “To protect the pack. I didn’t question it.” Of course she didn’t. Gracie knew how to lie. She was the master of wearing innocence like a cloak.

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,

A horrible growling sound echoed around the forest. Rogues.

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.

I certainly know that one day the most terrible memories would be the most beautiful ones. I embraced him, my frail body in his arms. His cold lips touched my forehead as he stroked my hair gently. Suddenly, a very intoxicating scent hit me, it was hard, choking. It was so strong that it made my eyes water. The scent held some heat, some kind of temper and anger. Andrew and I were not alone. Someone was here with us. A very angry person. ************************************ Damian's P.O.V

"There are no accidental Meetings in between the SOULS" DUA-ARIN .. .. One week later of DUA's death:- In one of the basements of Kashyap, The Beast was planning something scarier in his mind. Arin turned to a man named Hubir of the security team given by his younger brother Ariv and then he spoke softly, "Give me the mixture of Honey, Milk, and flour" Hubir was scared by Arin's black empty eyes.

After that, she will attack Ava's life and then Lia and Lisa so that no one can stand between her and the three-eyed monster. Sage believes that killing everyone will bring her closer to her lover. Sage transformed into her original form in her drained clothes. When rain fell on her, her body burned like a burning building that rain falls on, she smelled like burnt toast, that's her cologne. She walked to her underground chamber with a grin on her face, holding the golden cauldron in her hand. The water that dripped under her hoodie turned to acid, drying out the grasses she walked through.

“I don’t expect you to understand but when I want something, I always get it, it doesn't matter who I use to get it, even if it's my weak omega son. Don't blame me, Sage. You were meant to save this pack,” Slowly, a tear slides down from the corner of Sage’s eyes and then his eyes roll back, his body slumps and the world around fades into darkness.

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.