Dark Sage Novels & Stories

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.”

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

"He's countering the spell.' Sage said as she glowed now, and her eyes had changed to a purple colour before turning slightly black. "He's hurting them." Daisy screamed, and I was unable to form any coherent words as the pain was growing. Rori rushed from the room, and from the commotion that followed, I knew she had directed an attack on the dragon in an attempt to distract him. Sage glowed brighter, and she pulled out a danger nicking her finger as she smeared blood onto the engraved runes of my ankle braclet. Sage's magic was rooted in deep voodoo origins as the daughter of Baron semidi and their traditions lean a lot on blood lines and blood magic. The pain lessened as Sage chanted on, a

“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.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

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.