Saga Vol 2 Novels & Stories

He took a sip and smiled. "Life. It's a bitch but gives you gifts you never thought you'd have...more like a second chance to happiness. Don't let it go to waste." He looked over to Sarah and laughed shaking her head. "Don't let it go to waste." He walked away to her and I looked for Rina. I found her talking to some man with a tight lipped smile, "No I'm fine thank you." She declined whatever it is he was offering, he tried again and Khuli was there.

“To Vestros.” With that, they jumped into the portal. Belladonna might have lost everything but now they had hope and hope was a good thing, a great thing, a beautiful thing… as beautiful as it was dangerous. ___ ___ ((This is the end of Volume 2. Volume 3 is the last volume of this book. It is going to be about 50 chapters and then it is a wrap. Might be kind of fast-paced too. Thank you for coming with me this far. I really appreciate it.))

Though I will miss this sight I do not feel the same about the cold. We fly like a flock of birds using each other to glide through the frostbitten wind. Traveling until long into the night. *** After flying for two days with almost no stops we finally make it to my horde. I lead the group through the north entrance and into the mountain. Landing with a thud I faze into human form. The dragons of the Horde of Fates follow my lead. Looking out the entrance I see Flavius coming in last. Vega lands roughly skidding across the floor. As he un-mounts her Flavius approaches me on shaky legs.

Secretly, Chris heard Agatha's words to Elena just now. "Why are you smiling to yourself like that?" Agatha looked at the smiling Chris in confusion. Chris shook his head. "Let's go straight to the room, babe. Lewis just contacted me via mindlink that the rogue's funeral is over, so we don't need to go there." "Really?" Chris nodded his head in response. He immediately grabbed Agatha's hand and asked her to leave the dungeon. Agatha agreed and took her steps immediately following Chris beside her. ***

It was the only act of rebellion we could afford, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that Vos had uncovered. ​“Vos thinks the Iron Cage is permanent, condemning us to distance,” I said, my thumb tracing the back of her hand. “But he miscalculates. The Cage is permanent, yes, but it is now a shared space. We know the secret, and we know the terms of the war. We use the distance to build the Exchange Tower, and we wait for his next, inevitable mistake.” ​“He will make one,” Andrea vowed, gripping my hand tightly. “He’s a cornered animal. And when he does, we won't just file an FCA investigation. We will destroy him completely. This war isn’t over, Ethan. It’s just moved into deep cover.”

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

As the days passed by, Sage didn't come back again and it's a relief for me because honestly I'm tired of arguing with him but I don't know because there's a part of me that wants to see him again. One afternoon, I was going home. I came from work. I'm just humming a song while walking and when I got close to the house, I frowned when I heard someone fighting. I sped up my pace and that's how surprised I was when I saw Sage and Keith punching each other. My whole body went cold when I saw that Sage's face was covered in blood. I ran up to them and got between them. "Please fucking stop!" I shouted.

“I’m sorry, Sage. I wish I could tell you the danger is over. But the prophecy is just beginning. The hard part is still ahead.” Back at the estate, we gathered in the library me, Kael, my parents, Eleanor Thorne, Marcus, Silas, and Lorraine. Eleanor Moonhaven’s USB drive was connected to a large screen. “Twenty-four years of vision journals,” Silas said, scrolling through files. “This is… extensive.” “Show me the visions about me,” I said. “The threats she claims to have stopped.” Silas pulled up a folder labeled “Sage – Childhood Threats.” Inside were dozens of entries:

“And now it’s in me.” Sage nodded. “And it’s waking up.” “Can I stop it?” she asked. “Do you want to?” She looked at Dylan. Then back. “Yes.” “Then run.” “What?” “Leave Bunga. Leave him. Go where the moon can’t find you.” Dylan stepped forward. “That’s not happening.” Sage stood. “Then she’ll become what Elira was at the end.” “What was she?” Rachel whispered. Sage’s voice dropped. “A weapon.”

“All of you. Because I am only going to say this once.” The air hummed. “This is not a blessing,” she said. “This is not a prayer. This is not me asking politely. This is me writing a wall and nailing it to the bone of the world. I am not calling the Moon. I am not calling gods. I am not calling the Veil. I am calling us. Silverveil. Blood and breath and oath.” Her voice got lower. Older. “Baylee Vale,” she said. “Collin Hale. Child of their bond, not yet born.”