Saga The Youngin Novels & Stories

"I have an announcement to make. As you all know, our pack has been without a Luna for a while now. But tonight, I proudly present to you our new Luna, Lyra!" The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their faces beaming with excitement. I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. Sage's hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer as he led me to the center of the dance floor. The music began with a slow melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart. Sage's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing as we swayed to the music. I felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to his tune. As the dance went on he didn’t say a word but stared deep within my soul making my heart hammer, Sage's vo

Her green eyes still wet from her tears but she no longer sobbing like earlier. Zachary looked at the old woman and sighed. He tolerate many things today. It’s not like him at all. He put her down to her feet, “I’ll wait for you in the car. My men are still around. And If they saw you act suspiciously, they have my full permission to kill every single person in this place. Deal?” Elena looked at him wide-eye, but she nodded anyway. ….…….. “Just what is happening between you and Young master Zachary Dawson?”

Growing up and training with Naya for over ten years reminded Sage how easily Naya became defensive when others touched her. “We’re near a border,” Sage said. “You’ve been unconscious since yesterday. I got the poison out so you don’t have to worry.” An excruciating pain shot through Naya’s leg. She glanced down. Sure enough, her leg barely made it intact. She looked at Sage and finally realized Sage was wearing an unusual clothing. “Someone gave this,” Sage said. Then she moved closer and said in a low voice, “It’s a small pack called the Onyx Pack. They only have ten members.”

Xavier I was infuriated by her actions, my frustration rising as I watched her casually dismiss Sage’s apology. The air felt tense and heavy, the room filled with the sound of our heated argument. The scent of frustration and misunderstanding lingered in the air, adding to the growing tension. Renna, as the Luna of our pack, should know better. I longed for her to see beyond her constant suspicion, to realise that Saga was nothing more than a dear friend to me. If only she could truly understand.

“My mother is dying. I urgently need 500,000 dollars for the surgery. Use the money I gave you before to help me. “Sell the bags if you have to, they’re worth a lot. Once I get back on my feet, I’ll repay you double!” “Are you insane?” Marisol shook off his hand as if it were something filthy, her gaze cold and cutting. “That money was given to me voluntarily—why should I give it back? That’s compensation for my youth! “Besides, don’t dream about it—can you even pay me back? You’re nothing but a deadbeat now! Everyone online knows you’re a scumbag!” “You said you love me! You said if you had met me earlier, none of this would have mattered! You said you would stay with me forever!” Lucian sh

They lingered only a moment longer before slipping through the great doors, unable to bear another second of the celebration. I watched them leave and, for the first time in years, I realized I didn’t care. Before I could sit back down, a young shield-maiden with fiery red braids caught my wrist, her grip warm and sure, pulling me half a step away from the bench before I even understood what was happening. “You dance terribly,” she teased, laughing. “I’m not dancing,” I protested, my legs still unsteady from the ale. “Exactly,” she grinned. “Name’s Saga.”

Shawn asks again, tapping his shoulder. The man moves a little, forwarding his ugly, bruised hand for Shawn. Shawn stands there baffled, not handing him the croissant. " Shawn!" I scream, trying to break him out of his day dream. " Yo Shawn!" Hades screams. " SAGE." He says, looking up us. And down at the beggar. Sage? ---

A soft knock on the door made me jump. "It's just me," a voice called. Female. Young. "I brought food." I hesitated. Kael had said no one could talk to me without his permission. Was this a test? "He said I could," the voice added, like she'd read my mind. "I'm Sage. The pack healer's daughter. I'm not... I won't hurt you." Slowly, I stood and opened the door. The girl on the other side couldn't have been more than sixteen. She had warm brown skin and dark curly hair pulled into a messy bun. Her eyes were a startling amber. Wolf eyes. But her smile was genuinely kind.

He stared at her struggling form and asked calmly, “The four of us together, forever. Isn’t this what you always wanted?” Leila didn’t answer. The smoke overtook her, and she fainted. Kian felt his consciousness slipping, too. He hoped their lives would be enough for a peaceful afterlife for Lily. May she never find another family like them again. Just before everything went dark, he thought he saw a little girl riding on her father’s shoulders, with one hand clutching their mother’s, while the other was waving a lollipop. It was Lily. “Don’t be scared,” Kian murmured. “I’m here now. I won’t let you be alone ever again.” Lily turned and beamed. “Kian!”

Because of that, he said again, “You can't do anything, but I want you to say this when you see Mitchel's condition! So, as a medical genius, you should take the initiative and travel to Westcoast Town.” Master Han Junior said coldly, “Andrew Young, what is your youngest son's virtue, don't you know? Don't talk about you; even I have listened to his deeds. He has the money to court young girls everywhere and is so interested in brainwashing and controlling the minds of young girls that he is happy and proud, especially when he manages to self-harm or even kill himself. Even if I die, I will not provide any treatment for someone like that!”