Saga Graphic Novels & Stories

Travis could feel the gears in his head turning. He was going crazy. Catching his breath, he finally stopped and gazed at the photograph, "Things have changed now. This time I won't lose. Mark my words, love. I might have failed in the past, but now I will rewrite my story." Searing, he tore the picture in half and tossed the other piece aside. Admiring his work, Travis then brought the photo closer to his lips. He tilted his head and looked at it while the sickening smile never left his lips.

They clapped at us. I promise you joy all your life Amira. Not anything else. The black canvas in you, that is covered in blood and in darkness, will be colorful from now on. I, Elexier will paint it sweetly with colors, bright ones. We have gone through so many things. And I will save and protect you every time that happens again. If I had to choose between breathing and loving you, I would use my last breath to say, I love you.

Liana hit herself in her head and winked hard trying to shake what was in her mind. " Oh! You. I had completely forgotten. Neutralise this one Raba, before we are found. " Draco looked at Liana as if disgusted with her winks and threw the instructions at the girl standing next to her. She looked as badass as it could get. Liana kept staring as she blew her with a blast. The girl Raba, opened her perfectly sultry mouth as flame poured out from some mount. It warmly melted the solid entrapping Liana inside and she broke free and almost fell on her rescuer once again.

But I have no regrets. I’m so in love with Eunice, so I feel like every decision I made was right. “You think Night Train can at least land a punch on you now?” Sage nudged me and asked me coolly. I raised my brow at him. “I hope not,” I smirked. Night Train is the best attacker of Glyph. Black Dragon, their leader, comes in close second while the rest are all average. That is why they always end up in a hospital bed after our fights.

Completely, utterly normal. "Hi," she said with a quick, genuine smile. "I'm Saga. My dad's visiting with the Northern Ridge pack. I'm sort of... hiding from the boring politics." She stepped inside, looking around the room, then at me, with open curiosity but no judgment. "You're Lyra, right?" I just nodded, too stunned to speak. A visitor. Someone not part of this family, this mess.

Sage turns to him calmly with no ounce of fear. "Because," he replies evenly. "This meeting concerns magic that even lycans might not be able to understand." Silence follows, and Malisha can notice that Grayson is pissed. She looks at the two of them, and looks away. "Well then, you must have some findings for us," Grayson says dryly. Sage lets out a small smile. "Matter of fact, I do." Everyone in the table waits to hear what Sage has to say. "The instability you are sensing, is not a threat," Sage says leaning slightly in his seat.

“I am not them. And I will not let you be hurt again.” Alana turned her head, meeting his eyes with uncertainty. “If I help you…” Sagara paused, then leaned closer. His face drew so near that Alana could feel the whisper of his breath on her lips. “There is one condition.” Alana held her breath. Her heart pounded wildly, as if ready to burst from her chest. “What condition?” she finally asked, her voice trembling. A faint smile curved on Sagara’s lips—a smile that carried a hidden weight. His eyes gleamed with unshakable resolve. He moved closer still, until only a breath of space remained between them.

“You just focus on your work, Saga.” “As you wish, master.” Saga said; turning to leave but Pavel grabbed his hand. “I-well, I want to ask you something.” Pavel said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. The man was clearly shy and this flustered Saga immensely. “By all means, ma-master.” He responded in a flustered tone. “How do you pacify a girl after an argument? I never had to do these things when I was with Kedade. Sunny is different.”

he said, waiting for Grace to hand it over. As she handed him the form attached to a clipboard with a pen dangling, Grace's eyes grew wide. She had noticed the peculiar eye color of this particular customer as soon as he approached the counter, and now she was fairly certain she had seen a shift in his teeth as well. Though most other people may not have noticed, Grace was familiar with a specific type of being this Jack Carol person seemed to resemble. Her Uncle Sam had shared many stories with her over the years, despite the fact that his line of work was supposed to be top secret, so when Mr. Carol asked for the clipboard and walked away, Grace was happy to see him go. "What are you doing

"Then I'll ask Carter to help me with the slime. See ya then." "Yeah, see ya." He ended the call. He snickered when he remembered Adam's cousin, Carter who was an assistant for CG effects for movies and shows. He was also the one who created the fake detached head that looked almost real it freaked out the whole race participants last year. "This year too is gonna be fantastic." He giggled. While Ricky distracted himself by looking at the small flowers which grew up beside the street as he walked along the sidewalk, he noticed that his surroundings suddenly became quiet.