Saga Book One Novels & Stories

Jesse needed medical help and I couldn’t get it for him quick enough. “You’re bleeding again,” I said, wondering if he would live to see sunlight again. I didn’t know what to do. Jesse was dying right before my eyes. I knew we needed to get help, what I didn’t know was how to get past the snarling wolves. We couldn’t call for help because our cell phones had no signal out in the middle of nowhere and there was no land line in the cabin. I touched Jesse’s arm. “Please,” I begged, “You need to lay down.”

“Sleep.” It wasn’t spoken aloud. It was inside my mind, familiar and low. Kael’s voice. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “No,” I whispered. “I’m imagining this. I have to be.” But the warmth spread again, slower this time, wrapping around me like a tide. My knees went weak. I stumbled toward the couch and sank down, pulling my blanket over me. The world tilted in gentle waves. The hum of the city outside faded. I fought to keep my eyes open, but the moment I did, I saw his face again, the stranger with golden eyes standing in the rain.

KNIGHT POV I was buried under a stack of reports when a soft knock came at the door. I didn’t even glance up until a familiar scent drifted in, warm and delicate, cutting through the stale air of my office. Instinct pulled me to my feet before my mind caught up. In seconds, I was at the door, swinging it open. There Sage stood, this was the first time she had come to my office. A tray of food trembled slightly in her hands, steam curling around her wrists. Her eyes flickered from the tray to me, hesitant, as though unsure if she had overstepped.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

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**Sage’s POV** Sunday morning, I woke with crushing anxiety. Today, wolves who’d wanted me dead since birth would finally make their move. “You don’t have to do this,” Kael said for the tenth time as I dressed. “We can call it off right now.” “And then what? Wait for them to try again when we’re less prepared?” I pulled on the comfortable dress Margaret had selected-loose enough to hide the panic button clipped to my bra. “This is the best chance we’ll get.”

I know what is real, don’t I? We port to the library, and the comforting scent of old paper and dust engulfs me. I breathe in deeply, trying to keep my calm. I can already sense my bonds worrying about the emotions they are feeling coming from me. If I don’t relax, they’ll hunt me down. Sage is perched on a stepladder, pulling down a worn leather-bound book when she turns and sees us all. Her eyes widen slightly. “Did something happen?” “You could say so. Harper told us you think she has a rare gift. What do you think it is?” Deacon asks.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

Damon couldn't focus on the book in his hand, one question kept ringing over and over again in his head. What are you hiding, Sage?

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END