Dark Sage Novels & Stories

“Tell him Caspian Blackwood is here to see him.” The assistant hesitated, then nodded and hurried toward Salvador’s office. Minutes later, the old man emerged, a cigar clenched between his teeth. Caspian knew the type — men who hid dangerous secrets and would kill to protect them. “Caspian Blackwood,” Salvador greeted, laughter rumbling in his chest. “Salvatore La Rosa,” Caspian replied evenly. “Walking into your territory unarmed. You really think you can touch me?” Salvador chuckled. “You’ve always been stubborn. And selfish. But I didn’t expect you to come here uninvited.”

Fire Sage said. "So, why did you all come here?" Adrian asked in confusion. "Is there something else that requires my assistance?" "Exactly." Water Sage chuckled. "We foresaw Daemonia's ability to bring daemon overlords here. However, we didn't foresee that there were two. Otherwise, we wouldn't have let Dark Sage take such a risk." Fire Sage said, "'We call ourselves the land sages, and Dark Sage here is renowned for his strong physique. He is perhaps the strongest in defense we have, but we never expected...'"

That thing Sage had become wasn’t just fast—it was unnatural. One of the guards, Daven, stepped up beside me. “We should’ve cornered him last night. We had the numbers.” “We didn’t know what we were up against,” I snapped. He fell silent. The truth was, I didn’t either. That form Sage took… It wasn't a wolf, it wasn't a Lycan. It was something else. Bigger. Stronger. Wrong. His eyes had glowed brighter than any I’d seen, like the moon itself had set up camp in his skull.

She trusted Dawn's wisdom, understanding that the burning of sage carried ancient rituals of purification and spiritual cleansing. Taking Dawn's advice to heart, Zelda embarked on a mission to obtain sage. With the fragrant herb in hand, she followed the prescribed steps, carefully lighting it and allowing the aromatic smoke to fill her surroundings. As the tendrils of sage smoke curled and danced in the air, Zelda felt a sense of calm wash over her, a shield against the unsettling energies that had infiltrated her dreams. Nightfall descended once more, and Zelda prepared herself for slumber, the scent of sage lingering in the air. She nestled beneath the covers, allowing the weight of exhau

Esther scribbled some runic symbols, that were inscribed on the dagger's hilt. Xavier and Cole pulled up Cameron, placing him inside the circle of candles. "We need to get the dagger out of him." I say, knowing full well it wasn't as easy as it said. The Black Rune Dagger is a dark object. It is one of the darkest object in witch's history. The first I heard of it was when I was being trained at the Organization. It was a death-inflicting object, used on magical beings, granting such being a slow, yet excruciating death while in a mind prison.

“Then why don’t we strike them at their hideout? In daylight. Hit them where they gather.” Her eyes gleamed with battle-hunger. “We have abstenum,” she pressed. “Use it.” Feliq shook his head. “The mineral is still raw. It needs processing. That takes time.” A slow exhale followed. “And only a few of us have rings.” Daniel clicked his tongue in frustration. “So what we really need… is Sage.” His gaze flicked briefly toward me. “She’s part ancient,” he continued. “A mage. Adding her to this war would shift everything.”

“Which pack do you belong to?” Outside the West Wood Pack Southern Borders Kevin adjusted his black mask as he sprinted through the dense underbrush towards the woods where he had left Sage. The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows that danced on the forest floor. The rhythmic rush of the nearby waterfall masked the sound of his footsteps. Sage, in the middle of sharpening her daggers, remained unaware of Kevin’s approach until his shadow loomed over her. She spun around, thrusting the dagger toward his face with practiced precision.

Eluding the call of darkness. However, Sage appeared in his pack library, his oasis, with a few high walls of ancient volumes, though mostly they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including mystical research manuscripts and scrolls, maps, an ancient prophecy, and some of his collection. His mother’s library was a great place to study and learn about his kind and make new connections, and this oasis has provided a secret passage out to the woods behind his majestic mansion as its walls are protected and fully equipped with survival necessities. "Greg, give me some news about Ca

She looked at the woman coming out of the black SUV in booty shorts and tank top which was showing half of her cleavage. "Oh my god!" Durga looked at her long legs. She was hot and looking like a boss. Yang sighed. "Mariana!" Durga gasped. "Damon's sister?" "Yep!.. I didn't know she was coming today." He frowned. "Come on, quick insight, Yang... Tell me about her." Durga panicked looking at Mariana who took off her shades and looked around. "She is a bitch, stay away from her... That's it!" He warned.