Family Saga Novels & Stories

In that moment, watching my son promise to protect his sister, watching this baby girl open her eyes and look at her family for the first time, something in my chest eased. Sarah’s curse echoed in my memory: ‘May you never find peace.’ But looking at Eli and Margaret, at Kiera standing beside me, I felt something that might be the beginning of peace despite everything. This was my family. Broken and complicated and born from tragedy and pain. But still family. Still worth fighting for. Margaret’s golden eyes stayed open, watching Eli with infant intensity. Her brother kept talking to her, telling her about the pack, about their home, about all the things they’d do together when she was bigge

Yelled Sage as she grabbed her head in frustration. “Baby, I came back because you need to know about your family. I wanted to tell you, but I ran out of time. So, I know it’s going to be hard, but you will survive this I promise you. So, you need to know where the boxes are, and you must find out the history of our family. You need to understand her life and the lives before her.” He replied with a ghostly smile. With a wave of his hand, the books seemed to change their titles and fall off the shelves. In awe, Sage walked over to pick up one of the biggest volumes off the floor. Opening the book Sage immediately saw her mother’s name among many others she didn’t recognize.

"Oh jeez, she is middle class of all things? Disgraceful, her mother poor and widowed? Preposterous, so they are terribly broke? What on earth is your son doing? Or was he bewitched by her so called beauty?" Magdalene uttered disdainfully. "I have no idea what that son of mine is thinking entangling himself with those peasants, what do you suggest we do now Maggie?" Beatrice asked.

Sighing, Jack said, "Nothing. I just...I never took out a kid before." Giovani scoffed. "Kid? That girl was, like, eighteen or something. Besides, they had it coming. Her mom was a bitch. She was probably a bitch, too. Jack tried to believe his brother's words. Still, the more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He knew that if Cadence ever found out what he had done--what he had been doing--she would never forgive him. Though Giovani was back to making out with Zabrina, he still voiced his concern. "Just seems a little ridiculous to wipe out an entire family because I didn't like the way she handled my missing suitcase."

I prompt and Bellamy shakes his head, then shoves his hand through his hair, pushing it back and sighing. “No, not really. I can’t find anything in their finances, they didn’t appear to owe anyone money, nor were they wealthy enough for it to be worth kidnapping a child, not to mention that would make murdering the parents an accident, and I can see that happening with one, but both parents? Then why keep the girl? Alex also got ahold of some of the official investigation stuff from law enforcement, don’t ask me how. I have no idea. The family didn’t appear to have issues with anyone. In fact it seems they kept to themselves a lot. The family are all recorded as Magics, but there is some deb

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why!? Teresa: “Alrighty, children! Let's get back to business about that battle plan, yeah?” Naraja: “Oh yeah...about that I will just say for our sake “Geronimo!” and “It’s not an adventure if it isn’t at least a little fun!”. So there is a plan and there isn’t one, heh, heh.” Minch: “The hell you mean there is and isn’t one! What kind of plan is that, Naraja?!”

I said. “When does your flight leave, and why didn’t you call me before now?” he asked, and I could hear the anger rising in his voice now. “You can’t help me with this, Dad. You need to look after the pack and keep Saga safe. Tala will be safe with me and Falcon,” I said. “Kai, I don’t understand what the royal families have to do with us, or with all of this,” he said. “We’re the fourth blood line, Dad, that’s why I’m going to Scotland,” I said, and the signal cut out.

Long tables stretched from one end to the other, each one claimed by a different tribe: athletes near the windows, theater kids in the corner, a cluster of international students speaking in rapid Mandarin near the salad bar, and then, near the back, a table that sat empty except for one person. A girl with dark hair. Alone. Reading a hardcover book while eating a banana in small, precise bites. "That's Madden Lighter," Ashley murmured, steering me toward the food line. "Third-year. Biochemistry. She used to be friends with Alice." My heart stumbled. I kept my face neutral. "Used to be?" "They had a falling out. About a month before Alice died." Ashley grabbed a tray, her movements casual, b

"Mom, Chelsea's death really was an accident. None of us wanted this. But she's already gone—there's no need to drag the rest of us down with her. I still have to take care of you in your old age." Mom chimed in urgently, "Mom, David is your only son. Can you really bear to see your one and only child go to prison?" "Grandma, Chelsea was your granddaughter, but so am I! You can't play favorites and only care about her," Katrina sobbed. Under the tearful pleas of all three of them, Grandma's grip on the phone finally loosened. She looked at Dad with weary, defeated eyes and asked, "Then what do you plan to do?"