Sae X Isagi Novels & Stories

I was a part of that bunch. "And what is that supposed to mean?" Saiora harshly glared at Xenia and sized her up with her eyes. "Oh, you're one of them," Xenia muttered loudly to herself. "I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to. There was no intention of negative connotation to my words." She shrugged and kept up with her poor performative apology. Saiora was thoroughly unimpressed with Xenia's disrespectful attitude. She took a step forward, closing up her distance with Xenia who stood still in her stance.

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.

Chapter 23: The Ghost in the Passenger Seat ​The rain had turned into a thick, grey fog by the time we reached the perimeter of the Grey Sector. Julian had secured a vehicle—a nondescript, matte-black sedan that looked like a shadow on wheels. It had no license plates and no GPS. In 2026, a car without a digital footprint was more expensive than a mansion, but Julian drove it like he had owned it for lifetimes. ​The silence inside the car was suffocating.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

[Raven] “Luna candidate Xanthea,” Isagi’s voice reverberated through the hall. “With this contract, you begin a perilous journey no mortal has ever taken. I commend your courage and wish you all the very best for the challenges that lie ahead.” The special jury exchanged hushed whispers, their voices barely audible. One got up and muttered something to Isagi, who gave a brief nod. Moments later, Isagi straightened and addressed the council once more, his voice calm but commanding.

But Miguel’s eyes had locked onto nothing specific. A sleek black sedan with tinted windows rolled through the academy gates. It moved slowly, like it had every right to be there. The body shone like obsidian, polished and silent. Its plate number. SZ 125. Xander followed the car’s movement. "Whoa. That’s a 2026 Maybach. Custom model. Look at the grille. Miguel, that's your model too” Miguel’s breath hitched. His cigarette dropped. He followed Xander's gaze.

It wasn’t pride—it was certainty. “With Formula X redefining the standard, engine power remains stable even at peak acceleration,” Vasili went on, his voice measured, deliberate. “The formulation is engineered for extreme speed—without compromising the integrity of the engine, and most importantly, the safety of the driver.” A subtle pause followed. His gaze swept across the room—calculating, assessing—before settling, sharp and unyielding, on Silverio De Asis. “Petrov Petroleum is so confident in the safety of Formula X,” he added, his tone lowering just enough to carry weight, “that we entrusted the wheel to my sister-in-law.”

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

“Unexplained DOAs, psych admittances overnight, anything tagged ‘unusual agitation.’” The watch officer pushed a headset toward him. “You’re piggybacked onto QPS incident board and ambos dispatch,” she said. “Don’t make friends. We’re guests.” Will’s pen started its quiet march. “QPS Command, this is ASIO liaison—flag and forward last twelve hours of Category X—aggravated assaults with altered consciousness, non-responsive ODs with no tox match, officers reporting ‘voices’ or ‘shadows’ on scene. Yes, we know how that sounds.”