Saga Vol 2 Novels & Stories

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

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. ***

“Yes, Alpha Knox.” “The good news remains that Sage is pregnant. She has been with my child for some time now. This stress you intend to give her won't be worth it if you ask me. My mate is a Silver Wolf and only a Silver Wolf is one we've come across in a lifetime. Do you think we'll have the chance to come across another later on? Who knows? Perhaps Sage is the last one on the face of the earth.”

Eluding the call of darkness. However, Sage appeared in his pack library, his oasis, with a few high walls of ancient volumes, though mostly they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including mystical research manuscripts and scrolls, maps, an ancient prophecy, and some of his collection. His mother’s library was a great place to study and learn about his kind and make new connections, and this oasis has provided a secret passage out to the woods behind his majestic mansion as its walls are protected and fully equipped with survival necessities. "Greg, give me some news about Ca

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.

Congratulations dude. Saga said the moment they step out of their father's room. Why are you congrating me? Cross asked We'll have you forgotten. You will soon be in control as the Lycan that you are. Saga said Ohh really now it's me now? Cross asked Okay fine! We will soon be in control as the Lycan that we are. Saga said, correcting his past statement. I don't think you should celebrate yet. Cross said But why? Saga asked

“I don’t care what you do to me. I deserve worse than death after putting the pack through so much chaos, but I swear by the goddess that I’m going to get you out of here and help Alpha Rowan, too.” She rises to her feet, and then she leaves, and as soon as she’s gone, Sage coughs and blood splatters on the floor, and suddenly, the world tilts, his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he hits the ground with a hard thud, passing out cold.

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 pull away sharply, a jolt of discomfort shooting through me. “Don’t,” I say hoarsely. “I’m sorry, I just, where is Sage?” The door opens before she can answer. And then everything starts to clear when I see her. Sage walks in holding a paper cup of coffee, her hair pulled back messily, her face tired and pale like she hasn’t slept properly in days. She freezes the second her eyes land on me. For a heartbeat, neither of us moves. Then relief slams into my chest so hard it almost hurts more than the accident.

** My blood ran cold. Sage appeared behind me, wrapped in my shirt, looking rumpled and beautiful. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I turned to her, jaw tight. “Alice had a final contingency. She contacted Vincent DeLuca before she died. He’s coming for us.” Sage’s eyes widened, but instead of fear, I saw that familiar fire ignite. “Then we fight him too,” she said firmly. “Together.” I pulled her against me, kissing the top of her head.