Saga Graphic Novels & Stories

Lore raced through the air, following the Hudson, heading toward where he knew Sage must be. There was only one place Sage could be if he wasn’t at Scarlet’s side: the recharging stone. Of course Sage would go there. It made perfect sense. Sage, the stupid romantic that he was, refused to feed on humans, to suck out their energy, and he would be weaker than the others of their kind. He would need energy, especially with them all dying, and especially if he wanted to spend his last days with Scarlet before he died.

"Was that why you were absent from training?" Sage lowered his eyes and said, "I can barely lift a sword." It was more like he was talking to himself. Kyra moved her eyes down to his hand and she could see how unstable it was. She then raised her eyes back up to look at him and she asked; "Just how much are you suffering?" "I'll be fine," Sage managed to say. Kyra moved closer to him and took hold of his hand which she held firmly. They remained like that for several seconds and Kyra had her eyes down.

once showed me a picture that caused the masculinity of my eyes and sudden tremors. "Sandro! Damn!" Sage quickly turned away from the picture and held my hands to calm me down. It was Zeus' picture! He was pale, lifeless and it was like he suffered so much before he died! "You fucker! I told you, be sensitive!" Sage's voice boomed. "I apologize, Kaia. I thought it was okay," Sandro said calmly. I closed my eyes tightly and breathed. Sage caressed my hands gently. I tried to calm down. I need to get a hold of my sanity so I could get over this!

: “Gaah!! You little–” Naraja saw the black human-like figure stumble backwards from the unexpectedness and then took a little step forward and Naraja used up the remaining amount of his strength in his body, twirled it onto the left-side of his body while bringing up his left leg, and then…BAM!!!

Udhav said and left with Shanaya. "Bye uncle" Shanaya greeted Sagar and left with her father. "Are you an idiot and do you even know what big mistake you do?" Sagar scolded his son. Sameer doesn't understand what to say. "And what with that girl Mayuri? I tell you that if you like her then you can keep her, but never let Shanaya know about this" Sagar once again scolded his son. He regrets that he give that girl a chance. He even get ahead and invested in one of her films. Udhav uses this also to break the engagement.

"Whoever you are, leave my son alone!" "Too late for that." he said and his skin started fading as if being burnt, revealing the most scary creature Lisa had seen in real life. She had only seen such in her nightmares: A mouth torn to the neck which drooled slimmy, mucous-like saliva that was mixed with blood and pus, a face that had open wounds oozing pus and blood, some of which had been stitched but still fresh. The throat was split, revealing a neck bone and from where drops of blood and sputum splashed whenever he talked. Her inner cores energized and her eyes glowed. She had never wanted this to happen again--the last time it happened, it didn't end well.

“Nope, it’s full of sprites. They are part of the fae.” “What’s a sprite?” “Cayden describes them as fairies with no filter. They say whatever comes to mind and they do it in this weird way that makes it seem like they all share a brain.” “They aren’t mean, are they?” he asks. “Exactly the opposite. I told them to stay hidden for now while we get your pack settled. They like Tessa though, and of course they know who I am and who Meadow is.” “How do they know you?” he asks, his eyes much closer to amber than chocolate, letting me know that he’s regained control of Samson. That and his canines have retracted into his gums.

Sage was a bartering tool, a hostage, and his well-being was now in their strategic interest. Scarlet slipped the tincture in her back pocket. Her feet were soaked to the bone, her clothes ripped, her hair caked in mud. Tears stains had made clean lines down her dirty face. But no matter how destroyed she felt, she knew she couldn’t give up. Sage needed her, and she was going to save him no matter what. She took to the sky. She would save him—or die trying. * Lore paced back and forth, his heels clicking on the marble floor, feeling anxious. Lyra sat on one of the plush velvet sofas, tending to Sage.

She crouches, and her answer is hissed over her shoulder, “No, this is not a challenge, for I am no longer part of your pack.” She presses her forehead to her dying companion’s, carefully avoiding the many gashes from the claws of ancient predators. “Payapang lumipas, alma,” she speaks grimly, a parting gift, wisps of green arcane flowing from her mouth into SpearTongue’s. She stands to leave. “Indeed,” hisses the packmaster.