Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

I asked the strange handsome man at my side. “You were kidnapped…you actually don’t remember” He replied as my eyes widened. “Such traumatic experiences will slowly return” The doctor abruptly added. “Slowly?” I asked softly. “Unless triggered” He answered. “Who kidnapped me…and why?” I asked in frustration. I couldn’t understand why I would get kidnapped. I had no money. “Sophia”The strange man called as I turned to him, eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m a nobody” I muttered.

He walked away before I could thank him. Minutes later, the fire crackled softly beside me, casting golden shadows over the pages of the book resting on my lap. I wasn’t cold, but I pulled my cloak tighter around me anyway—more out of habit than need. Nathan and Luca were only a few feet away, arguing quietly about something again. I barely heard them. My world had shrunk to parchment and ink. The book was strange. It was warm—almost feverish to the touch—and pulsing with that familiar heartbeat of magic beneath its cover. When I opened it, a new page shimmered into view, one I hadn’t seen before. My breath caught immediately.

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

"Control is an illusion. You taught me that. Now let me teach you. Let go. I'll catch you." She looks at me. The golden light wavers. "Promise?" "Always." She closes her eyes. The light flares one final time. Then her eyes roll back and she collapses. I catch her before she hits the ground. Pull her against my chest. Her skin is hot. Feverish. The golden glow fades slowly, leaving her looking small and human and fragile in my arms. "Neah. Come on. Open your eyes." Nothing. "Aldara, what's happening?"

"She trains too, when she's ready. Her path is different from yours but it runs the same direction." I look at my daughter's door. The night light inside makes the gap at the bottom glow faint orange. She's fine. She's safe, right now, in this moment. I stand up. Sage reaches into her coat again and pulls out a book. Old, the way genuinely old things are, not decorative-old, not vintage-old, but the kind of worn that comes from actual use across actual generations. The cover has no title. The spine is cracked in three places. She sets it on the table and opens it to a page near the front. The writing inside is in a script I don't recognize but somehow feel, like a vibration in the back of my

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

She took in her surroundings, noticing a shelf of books that contained strange spells. “You can check them. I can see your curiosity.” The sage urged her. “Thank you.” she bit her lower lip and walk in their contents until she came across one that she could not take her eyes from. “Potions for agony,” she read the name out and picked up the book, scanning through. “You can keep it if you want,” the sage offered and smiled, revealing a crooked tooth. “Thank you.” She caressed the back of the book and held it to her chest like her life depended on it.

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.