Dark Sage Novels & Stories

I inwardly roll my eyes at his lame attempt to impress the Alpha. “Oh, goddess! You chained her! Open the door now!” Sage demands, her eyes searing into the guard's face like she could murder him where he stood. Sage is tiny for a werewolf, but she is a fierce bitch to reckon with. She is in shape as she was training to be a warrior before Liam snatched her up as his mate. Sage his short dusty blonde hair that comes to her shoulders. Her bangs frame her face. Her light green eyes are the color of sage which is why her parents named her Sage. She has a nice body, but I know I’m the fuller female body of both of us. Overall, Sage is cute and sexy, and she pulls it off with the utmost confidenc

The kind that stains the tongue. Whispers slither between the trees. Shadows shift where shadows shouldn’t. Finally, the trees part into a clearing lit only by candles floating midair—hundreds of them—circling a stone archway carved with runes older than any kingdom. A cold female voice purrs from the dark: “You return, Darius of Bloodfang pack.” Selene steps into the candlelight, bare feet silent against the moss. Her hair is silver, her eyes an eerie pale blue glowing faintly, and her smile—her smile is the kind that promises both help and ruin.

Finally Yuki, Waris, and Lyra. “You okay Ashai?” Sage reached out and touched my arm before jolting back with a fright. “Sage!” I barked and jumped forward. “You okay?” “You-” She looked up at me “Blue eyes, the white door that holds answers. Darkness, Ashai!” Her hand grabbed me by the collar and she pulled me close, “Darkness cannot contain the eyes as blue as the sky.” “Sage!” Dreyma stepped between us, allowing me to look around to make sure no one else was paying us any mind. Luckily everyone was still preoccupied with their own plans, “What’s gotten into you?”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

However, my father must have overheard, and wouldn’t let it go. “What pack did you come from, miss? I don’t think Draven ever said,” my father asked, and I glared at him for it. Sage took a deep breath, and bravely answered his question. Her lip quivering the whole time. “Alpha Tiggy, I come from the Mystic Shadows pack in Custer, South Dakota. Before you ask, the current alpha is Regent Darling. His father was Roland Darling, and he was the one who killed my parents. The current alpha is just a younger version of his father, and to prove his worth and take the title of alpha, he killed his father. I have nothing to hide, so, next time you feel the need to go through my things to find out an

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"If you're well equipped with the elements, your subconscious will guide you to what you desire and hope to solve. In your case, I highly think you will get a small idea about your wolf. Whether it's just a feeling you'll feel, or a small vision. It depends." The darkness that surrounded my vision didn't leave me feeling uneasy as it always did it was somehow oddly soothing. I guess it's because of the items that Dimitri bought with him. The soft music that was playing low is all but purely relaxing. It gave me an aura of relaxation and concentration. Or perhaps the bowls that were close by, did a trick as well. Either way, it was working surprisingly well for me since I thought it would be

Azara. My existence flashed before my eyes as I caught sight of a shiny metal under the soft glow of the moon. “Azara, run!” Aria cried desperately as soon as she recognized the legendary dagger that was lethal to Opal wolves. The Lunaris fang. The mystical dagger, forged with celestial materials, spelled and activated by a witch, is designed for an Opal wolf hunter. It was rare. There were only 2 in the world; one was passed down to my father and the last was in the possession of Darius, the Rogue King.

I asked back confused but he shot me a dead glare and I quickly stretched my left palm to him. "ouch "I shriek out when he slice my palm unannounced " this dagger is made from the venom of a black mamba and a little amount of dark magic. The wound on your palm has been poisoned and you have till sundown tomorrow to bring the girl to us or you die "he said and my blood went cold. gush now I think coming here was a bad idea, I can't believe I was such a fool to have come report my discovery to the high witch.

Sunshine: “For someone that’s older than me you sure do complain a lot, Mister Naraja~.” Naraja: “Why you little…. I don’t want to hear those words come out of your mouth because one. You’re not an adult and two. You’re a child. A child’s opinion has no place for when I ask specific questions about, ``WHY THE SKY HAS TURNED TO NIGHT?!” Sunshine: “Geez, so touchy, but I get what you mean because it is quite odd…” Nai: “Teresa, Anima, do any of y’a got any ideas on why the sky has turned to night-time?”