Saga Vol 10 Novels & Stories

Xavier I fixed my gaze on Sage, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then shifted my attention to Lia’s lifeless body sprawled on the ground. Was my recklessness the cause of this tragedy? In the midst of the chaos, “Sage … I,” I noticed a subtle shake of her head, an inexplicable act, before she hurriedly went to Cole’s side. A peculiar choice, I thought. As I looked down at Lia, a sense of foreboding washed over me. The tension within my pack grew palpable, mirroring their shared belief that my punishment for Lia had been too severe.

“Hey.” My heart starts to race. “Is everything okay?” There’s a pause. Just long enough to make my stomach drop. “No,” he says finally. “It’s your mom Sage.” The room seems to tilt, like the ground beneath me has shifted without warning. I tighten my hold on Theo instinctively, my arm curling protectively around him. “What about her?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “She is sick,” Wolfe says. “She collapsed yesterday morning. We took her to the hospital. They’re running tests, but…” He exhales heavily. “She’s not doing well, Sage.”

Saga said and walked out of hiding. “Thank you for your help.” Kedade said and gave Saga light hug before she disappeared down the hallway leading to the women’s quarters. Saga stood in the same spot and placed his hand on his heart, feeling and listening to his heartbeat. “One of these days, I will tell her how I feel about her.” Saga thought to himself. ***

I replied, taking a step back, "but I'd rather take my chances than trust you." He lunged forward, his hand reaching for my throat. Time seemed to slow as I braced myself, but before his fingers could close around my neck, a blur of motion intercepted him. A powerful figure collided with Astaroth, sending him crashing to the ground. The impact shook the chamber, dust raining down from the ceiling. I blinked, heart racing, as the blur resolved into a massive wolf with fur as brown as mud—Rolo. Inside my mind, Sage erupted with excitement, her voice echoing loudly.

“I’m afraid of what it will do to you.” He wasn’t wrong. Seeing her now, touching her, being within reach of her warmth, knowing what she was, would change something deep inside me. But the pull refused to let go. “I’ll be careful,” I said, though we both knew caution never survived around her. Ronan sighed. “At least wait until morning.” I didn’t promise. I just walked away, heart heavy, the truth echoing in my mind. Aria Voss is Silverbane. The girl I can’t leave.

When the fatigue was too much to handle, I'd rest briefly in public restrooms so that I could skip on renting a place. Soon enough, however, I finally pushed my body and mind to the limit. Not only did that cost me my job at the television station, but my health also completely deteriorated. In the end, I ended up like a hag, spending my days begging for scraps at the side of the road. When Louis showed up in front of me, I felt nothing but hatred when I saw how he was practically radiating with youth and confidence. Back to the present, my searing teardrops dripped on the back of my hand as my entire body trembled, overcome with emotion.

“My first instinct was to dislike that, but fairly quickly, it made me feel proud. Of you. That even essentially a stranger would have that much confidence in you.” Andrew heaved a deep sigh. “Why should I grant her daughter a mercy she was unwilling to grant to you? Or Detective Sosa, with his wife and five children?” “Because it’s not our place to judge or to punish. It’s our place to do the right thing.” Detective Sosa’s apartment building was about as derelict as Evelyn’s old apartment was, but among the rundown structures in the rest of Brooklyn, it seemed pleasant by comparison. Tank pulled the Rolls up next to the curb as close to the walk-up to the second floor as he could get.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

From the roof of the ancient , Scarlet Paine could hear Sage’s agonized screams. They echoed through the cold November night, each one feeling like a knife slicing into her heart. She could not bear the thought of it, of Sage being tortured to death by his own kind because he loved her, because he would not kill her in order to live two thousand more years. Scarlet had never dreamed she would be loved so fiercely by someone, so fiercely that they would actually die for her. And yet here she was, about to do the same for him.

After lighting a cigarette, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Diago's number. "Bring him in." I ordered before ending the call. I leaned back on the couch, taking a drag from my cigarette before slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. My posture was relaxed as I tapped my fingers against the wooden armrest, while my expression remained unreadable. A few moments later, the doors opened. Diago entered first. Behind him, two bodyguards dragged a man inside. His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and fear was evident in his wide eyes.