Metal Sonic X Sage Novels & Stories

I whispered, "can you get the audio? I need to hear what they're saying before the first throat is ripped out." "Working on it," Sage said, plugging a directional mic into her tablet. She pointed the sensor through the slats. "The glass is vibrating too much from the HVAC—give me a second to filter the resonance and isolate the vocal frequencies." "Hurry," I urged, watching Dominic step into Kastor’s personal space.

The plane tilted from side to side, forcing her to grab whatever she could find. Sage turned his back on her. He had the headset stuck to his ear and was talking into the stethoscope. Irena 's ears buzzed from the sudden change in pressure. She had to swallow several times to hear what he was saying. "...sudden storm. What's the weather like outside?" "Yes—target—from—the majority—or—" Sage waited for the voice to stop before bringing the receiver closer to his lips. "You broke. Please repeat." There was more noise, followed by a broken voice.

“I have not seen control like that in a long time. Your performance speaks for itself.” Sage nodded politely, though her expression stayed guarded. “Thank you, Alpha Brutus,” she replied. “I appreciate the compliment.” He leaned closer, clearly interested. “I would like to talk business with you when things calm down. There may be room for future collaborations. Racing is only one part of what I see here.” “I’ll consider it,” Sage said. Her tone was neutral, professional, and distant. She shifted her weight slightly, and I noticed the movement was awkward.

I told him to meet me at the shop. Maleah strums her fingers on the table. “Damn, girl, and I thought Sage and I had drama.” I shake my head. “Yeah, tell me about it? So what do you plan on doing with this stalker guy?” Maleah waves her hand over her shoulder with a shrug. “I don’t know. I guess we’re just hoping he’ll get sick of following her around and go away.” My lips tighten with anger for my friend. “Well, I hope he does because I miss her.” Maleah’s eyes brighten with anticipation. “Oh, yeah. We can go to the Stardust again and sing with the waiters. Sage would love that. She hasn’t sung in a long time. I swear I don’t get why she hides her voice. If I could sing like her, I’d be fre

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

"That’s suicide, Marcus. We don’t have the numbers for an open assault. We need to consolidate our power here, shore up the defenses, and make sure our people are actually protected before we start a war we can't finish." They kept going back and forth, their voices rising, but I barely heard them. I was looking at Selene. She was leaning against the far wall, watching the two of them with a bored expression. She had been embedded in the Council’s networks for years, longer than any of us realized, and she was the only reason we weren't already surrounded. She had the routes, the safe houses, and the contacts we needed to move without being spotted. But her help came with a price.

I urge Vera as she helps to usher Sage in. Sage moves along, her deformed hands sweeping around the walls of stone to steady herself. At her age, the descent from high areas in the forest where she resides in a tiny cottage is dangerous, but she came anyway. She always does when the pack needs it. "How many now?" Sage asks, her blind eyes perceiving everything though they are veiled over. "Seven with active symptoms," I inform her grimly. "Three more with minor episodes. And it's spreading." Sage nods, as if she had expected this. She kneels beside Mack first, her knotted hands hovering over his lifeless body without touching him. Her lips shape a wordless spell, as she utters words in anoth

In this moment, I need her more than ever, her guidance to navigate through this treacherous path we’ve chosen. As I venture through the dense woods, I hear the rustling of leaves beneath my feet, the eerie silence broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. The scent of damp earth lingers in the air, a reminder of the secrets we bury deep within. I catch a glimpse of Sage bidding farewell to Xavier, a pang of guilt washing over me. Yet, Sage’s reassuring words echo in my mind, reminding me of our shared purpose, our intertwined destinies.

Astral War Sage had taken her time as she pulled her navy-blue fiat into Megan’s driveway. They had some practicing to do today, and Sage wanted to show her a few things on the computer. She knew that she would have to break into some sort of program before the night would be over, but she wasn’t prepared for what she would see. Opening Megan’s front door Sage was greeted by Sara running down the hallway barking and wagging her tail. Bending down Sage patted her head and watched as she went back toward the bedroom.

“You should leave. This isn’t your arena.” Hannah looked between them, hesitated—then turned, stiff as stone, heels stabbing into the pavement as she vanished into the crowd. Miriam sighed. “That was... efficient.” Samuel grinned. “That was therapeutic.” Inside LUXE Audio, Mika moved through the aisles like she was casing the place. “These,” she finally said, holding up a sleek pair of matte black headphones. “Noise-canceling. Good for blocking out bullshit.” She tossed them at Moses.