Novel & Cerita Sage Fan Art

"Well, hearing from those tabloids. Yes." "I can't blame you." He smirked. "Here," he pointed in the safest dry nitche of the cavern. "This place is safe from spiders and slugs and some—" "Spiders?" "Yes." "Oh, god… slugs too?" "Yes." "Ew! I hate slugs." Sophie then crept herself a little nearer to Sage's as they sat together, almost touching each other. Yet he was ignoring her, lost in his thoughts. Sage smells like a flower vase. Lilac? Roses?

Sage had been staying at the academy teaching as a teacher assistant in the magical department whilst studying English literature and history in college. "Alright, Pipsqeek." she called as we embraced, and I rolled my eyes at the nickname Sage, Rori, James, Arthur, Amira, and Eoin had for me. "Hi Sage." I sighed. "What's the emergency?" She asked me. "And where's your extra limb baby Prince?" "I need a few more mature outfits in my wardrobe, and well, I figured it was a job for my sister and not my male best friend."I admitted.

I can’t help but wonder, what else have they been plotting? As my gaze shifts towards Sage, I notice her lingering distress over Lia, evident in her pained expression. From up close, the mate marks on their necks become strikingly visible, serving as a damning testament to their deceit. When Sage finally locks eyes with me, her piercing glare radiates such contempt that I struggle to reconcile it with the person I once knew.

Audrey’s POV “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” Sage asked, his gaze steady on me. “I don’t know. But I’m not scared. It just feels different…” I held his arm and leaned against his shoulder. “I know I’ll be fine… because you’re here.” We were on a plane, heading back to the Country. Next week would be the launch of my new art gallery. “Glad to hear that,” Sage whispered as he gently stroked my hair and placed a tender kiss on my head.

Chapter 1 Sarah's Pov. I walked into the tattoo shop with my heart pounding in my chest, not just from nerves about the needle but from the way the artist looked when I booked the appointment online. Her name was Riley, and her profile pic showed this tough woman with short cropped hair, piercings lining her ears, and arms covered in ink that screamed confidence. I had never been with a woman before, but something about her made my stomach twist in ways I could not ignore.

she replied excitedly. “Why?” She was deprived. She shrugged. She did not know. “Aurora was hungry for a very long time and no one was going to feed her,” she continued. “Sage helped Aurora, gave her a name and let her touch and feed. Sage loves Aurora.” “Me too,” I muttered. “Master friend loves Sage?” she asked, wide-eyed. “Yes, I do.” I replied. “But why is Master’s friend sad?” she asked. “Because Sage does not love me.” I replied truthfully. This succubus was easy to talk to and I could feel little to no judgement from her.

“I’m so tired of her dramatic letters. If she has something to say to Damien, she should just send a text message like a normal person.” Elena hesitated by the door. “Luna, if I may… it might be important if she keeps sending letters.” “Important?” I laughed bitterly. “The only thing important to Sage is getting Damien back. Everything else is just noise.” “Perhaps,” Elena said carefully. “But Sage is not the type to take defeat and dip. She’s been around this pack too long, has too many connections. She will be back, Luna. And when she does, you need to be careful.”

However, Sage scoffed In response. "Save the theateractics for someone who actually gives a damn." Sage rolled her eyes, uninvested in the priest's 'act'. Her eyes landed on Serenity again, her hands protectively caressing her small baby bump. "I'm Sage, an old friend of Shawn’s. I’m here 'cause I thought you should know that this little one..." she gestured to her baby bump "Is Shawn’s. We had a little ‘fun’ one night after he came to me to find information on who was spying on him at the time."

I took Sapphire with me in case some kids would love to play with him. Like I guess, everyone was preoccupied with Sapphire, holding, petting and giving him treats and the playful puppy of course enjoyed all of the attention he was receiving. "I made you this, for your birthday." Sage said giving me a folded sheet of paper. I unfolded it immediately to see a Sketched picture of me. It was so beautiful that I fell in love with it at once. "Oh my gosh, Sage. This is beautiful, I will make sure to frame it and hang it at home." I told her.

“They’re just pictures on a wall.” I pressed a hand to my chest, gasping dramatically. “You absolute heathen.” He smirked. “Oh, I’m sorry, my lady. I didn’t realize art was your lifeblood.” “It is,” I said, unfazed by his teasing. “Art is everywhere. It’s in the way we see the world, the way we express ourselves, the way we—” “Oh, look,” Sage interrupted, pointing ahead. “A circle.” I followed his gaze to a large canvas on the wall, where, as he had so eloquently put it, a single circle was painted in different shades of blue, red, and gold.