Saga Book 1 Novels & Stories

Lifting her into my arms, I met the eyes of my brothers, my allies. “Let’s go.” As we walked out of the dungeon, leaving the carnage behind, I made a vow. This crime against my mate would not go unpunished. I would burn their kingdoms to the ground to get my revenge. [End Book One] Read on as the adventures continue and more mysteries unravel in Book Two in the Enlightened Child Saga: Unshadowed.

Sage volunteered to accompany Damian—she couldn’t sit back and wait, not when every fiber of her being screamed for action. “Are you sure about this?” Damian asked as they loaded the SUV. Sage nodded, determination hardening her expression. “I’ve come this far. I’m not stopping now.” Damian gave her a small, approving smile. “Good.” --- The drive into the city was cloaked in an uneasy quiet. Sage couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, even though Damian assured her they’d taken the long route to avoid any tails. She stared out the window at the darkened streets, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear and resolve.

"What do you mean by that?" "Be calm, I'll let you know better," he said and stood up. He paced to a shelf filled with books and after searching for over a minute, he returned to Sage with a book. He dropped it on the table and beckoned for him to check it out. Sage didn't hesitate to open the book and began to scroll through it. "A mystic world where the unknown Seer is?" he questioned reading from the book. "To meet with him, a spell will be cast on me to fall into a misery nightmare?" he asked again with a confused look.

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Chapter 343: The Curvature of the Horizon The journey to Oakhaven was no longer a desperate trek through a fractured landscape; it had become a pilgrimage of connectivity. Three runners departed the city at dawn, carrying the first bound copies of The Silt Saga. These were not mere books; they were the "Physical Persistents" Anya had theorized—tactile anchors for a regional identity. Sophia watched them go from the northern gate, noting how the runners’ pace was not a sprint, but a steady, lung-expanding rhythm. They were the human threads of the Holarchy, weaving the southern mud and the northern timber into a single, cohesive narrative.

I pull away sharply, a jolt of discomfort shooting through me. “Don’t,” I say hoarsely. “I’m sorry, I just, where is Sage?” The door opens before she can answer. And then everything starts to clear when I see her. Sage walks in holding a paper cup of coffee, her hair pulled back messily, her face tired and pale like she hasn’t slept properly in days. She freezes the second her eyes land on me. For a heartbeat, neither of us moves. Then relief slams into my chest so hard it almost hurts more than the accident.

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

But as soon as the voice completes her statement suddenly the whole place starts shaking as if someone is trying to demolish the place " What is happening here ?, why this place is shaking ? “, sage Yaga asks the demon princess " because they are here”, she replies " But you have to take me out along with this book before they attack the place”, she orders Sage Yaga And really never to understand anything he just takes the book and tries to get out of the place through the exit which he is seeing right in front of him but before he could do so suddenly a few number of Gods appear right in front of him

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

Slowly it changes shape and form and after a millennium, the first sphere transformed into a human shape. The image that he saw is a person draped in black cloth from head to toe. You couldn't even see his face clearly since he has a hood on and only his lips and chin are visible. But even though you could only see his lips and chin, you can tell that this person is divine. There are chains around his body like an ornament, and a black book hanging on his neck. When he saw this person, he felt connected to him. The hooded guy grabbed the book chained to his body and opened it in an act to read while waiting for something out of boredom.