Saga 3 Novels & Stories

he explained. Saga looked over him carefully. She finally shrugged when an attending vampire came over with a bin of items. "That remains to be seen. Please let me work. I need to heal my niece. She doesn't deserve the pain she is in." Saga stated and we nodded. "May we watch?" Cash asked respectfully. She looked over all of us carefully. "Yes but you must remain calm and quiet. Don't disrupt me, this will be difficult." she agreed. "Do you need the rest of your coven?" Locke asked.

They took leave from each other normally like peers do and begin to walk away in three different directions. The man who was following them got utterly confused as he could not figure out what he should do now? He stood at his place in bewilderment which was at a safer distance from the trio,, not being able to make up his mind. He had definately not expected them to suddenly walk away in three different directions. He stood there confused but he had to go after atleast one of them as he had no other option. If he stood there confused for a few more minutes he would loose all three of them, so after scratching his head for a few more seconds, he finally decided to go after Fuoco. He thought

I replied, lifting a hand to wave back. Saga smiled one last time before hurrying through the great doors to catch up with her mothers. I watched them disappear into the night, the sound of Asger singing fading with them. A small laugh escaped me as I shook my head. I couldn’t help but wonder which one of the three women was Saga’s actual mother. She had called all of them “Mother” so easily that I couldn’t tell. I wondered how many brothers or sisters she had. A house that full had to be loud, filled with children running around, even all the way up in the hills.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

And then, Troy Saltar, the man of legend, actually appeared. However, instead of saving Summer like she had claimed, he took the stand as a cooperating witness and delivered the final blow to both her and the Vantors. He admitted in court that Summer had approached him from the very beginning. Her goal had never been to marry into wealth. It had been revenge. She hated Dorian, but she hated me even more. She wanted to destroy all of us. She seduced Troy, got pregnant with his child, then orchestrated a chance encounter with Dorian, staging the perfect setup to marry upward while carrying someone else’s baby.

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.

“This is the fourth time this year! That greedy old hag!” I sighed, moving closer. “Let me see.” I grabbed the paper from the counter, scanning the numbers quickly. My stomach sank with the new prices. A couple hundred dollars more? I flopped onto the couch, rubbing my temples with what I’ve read. “The rooms aren’t even that good,” I muttered, irritation lacing my voice. Amara threw herself into the chair in front of me, folding both of her arms aggressively. “How dare she raise it again! We’re barely able to pay and keep up as it is!”

Sage strode in, balancing a box of pastries against her hip. “Delivery for the queen of caffeine,” Sage announced, setting the box on the counter. Maya raised an eyebrow. “Did you seriously buy pastries from another bakery?” “I thought it might inspire some healthy competition,” Sage said, smirking. “Plus, I may have bribed your barista to share a recipe or two.” “You’re lucky I like you,” Maya said, shaking her head. Sage leaned against the counter, her gaze bouncing between Maya and Damian. “So, what’s next for you two? Taking over the world? Or maybe just a long-overdue honeymoon?”

This was the last door left. Sagara saw the turmoil in her eyes, and his smile softened just a little. “Think carefully,” he said quietly. “You don’t have much time.” Alana lifted her chin, trying to steady her voice. “If I agree… what exactly are you asking of me?” Sagara stood slowly, his tall frame casting a shadow over her as he stepped closer. She instinctively leaned back, but he didn’t touch her. He simply bent down until their eyes were level. “I want you by my side,” he whispered, voice like silk laced with danger. “No running. No Kenan. Just you and me.”