Saga Vol 2 Novels & Stories

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. ***

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.

he backed off, and proceeded to slink down into his seat to fall asleep. “Today, we’re going to discuss the Saga of the Volsungs,” the professor started. “Is anybody willing to give the class a summary?” I raised my hand, but Professor Anderson picked someone else. “Basically, the mother of this guy turns into a wolf to torture the guy’s brothers-in-law. One survives. He and his son find some magical wolf pelts that turn them into wolves for ten days,” he said. “So, they go on a killing spree. Eventually, the man mortally wounds his son, but the kid was saved by a raven giving the man a leaf with healing properties.”

Eyes filled with deepest, most heart-felt relief that he managed to save me, I’m safe, knowing that everything is fine now. Evan. I blink away my tears, reaching up to brush aside a lock of Felix’s dark hair, dripping and cold. My fingertips brush his cheek for a moment, and without thinking, I trace the outline of his jaw, feeling the smooth wet skin as droplets of rain pool where I touch. Felix steps forward, and I quickly withdraw my hand, lowering my eyes as thoughts race through my head. The dreams. Felix’s face as he stabs me again and again. The myth. The silver circle.

he says as he lays back, creating this perfect memory of him and the child and Winter on an open field with her beautiful smile and loud laughter. Standing up, he closes the tap in the bathroom and climbs in the bath laying his head back on the bathtub. Closing his eyes, he sees Andrea screaming, but he can't hear what she is saying. He moves closer, her image darkens, and he sees Winter's face. She walks up to him with the baby in her arm. As he wants to reach for the baby, the baby turns to ashes. Light appears above Winter. He walks towards her and sudden darkness. He wakes up screaming, “Winter?” There are twenty missed calls from Santiago. Getting out of the bath and calling him back, “

Suddenly a wolf appeared in the distance behind Sara, silent and standing beneath a strange glow. I looked behind Sara and looked at the wolf, confused. “Sara?” I breathed. She then looked behind her and looked over to the wolf and gave it a nod. It was like she knew why it was there. She looked back to me, and gave me another hug embracing me tightly in her arms. “Sara, what’s happening?” I asked. “I’m sorry Jane, but I must return now. I promise I’m always with you.” She said. After a few more seconds she then let me go from her arms and started to turn and walk over to the wolf that continued to stand there waiting.

** 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.

“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.”