Sage Fan Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

Unknown POV Revive Lia? Why would Sage want to help me revive my daughter? Fine, I know she loves me a lot and she does not want me near Lisa but helping me is an overstatement. She is so jealous when I am with Lia or Lisa. I can never date nor can I marry a jealous lady or a back-biter. Sage is a villain! She is a miscreant which is up to no good at all, I think. She helps no one without having something huge in return and she can kill everything without collecting something in return, she is a devil herself.

Her eyes darted to the tall figure who had just entered the classroom, followed by his friends. Sage Windsor, the most popular guy in school, and for good reason. At just seventeen, Sage was already an international model. His father was a renowned TV producer, and his mother was a star of French television. With his good looks and influential background, his career was set. Despite his fame, Sage was humble and polite—a white moonlight in the hearts of many.

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

Sage wondered as she looked around her. Something told Sage to walk into the house and on that wall happened to be more pictures like before. There was a little girl that carried Sage’s features, but there were no adults around her. She was practicing different things in the pictures. In the first picture, the young girl was in a pose and the second picture had her flying through the air and the third one had her standing on a dead body that was blooded.

He said. I thought about it. Sharing space with Cole and building a home together. "Can I think about it?" "Of course. No pressure. But yeah, think about it." Walking back to the dorm, I was buzzing. Not with anxiety. With possibility. Two weeks later, campus art exhibition opening. Sage has three pieces displayed. I arrived early to see them before the crowds. First piece: "Fracture", the fragmented mirror painting from her portfolio. Second piece: "Reconstruction", a girl putting herself back together with gold.

“Relax. I saw you search for your bonds earlier. Tell me, how many bonds did you identify for yourself?” “Two, I know them both.” Sage nods and then grips my hands a little tighter before closing her eyes. I watch in silence as her eyes flit behind her eyelids. When she opens them again, the blue has faded into a milky white, and even the black of her pupil has gone, replaced by a very pale grey. It’s the most terrifying thing I have ever seen. I really hope that is now how I look when using the gift. “Interesting,” Sage hums, and then blinks her eyes until her normal eye colouring returns.

But what they saw was simply a teenage girl, who seemed to be around 17 to 18 years old. Everyone soon learned that Sage was the top scientist in the entire Twilight Group. Even the Twilight Group's most notorious clone research also stemmed from her research findings. Some people began to harbor ill intentions and wanted to steal Sage's research findings for themselves. Yet once those people entered the castle, they never made it back out. According to rumors, Sage skinned those people alive. She had used them to replace her own skin, keeping her forever beautiful and young. Sage was rumored to be a ruthless monster who killed without hesitation.

Inside my mind, Sage erupted with excitement, her voice echoing loudly. "Mine! Mate!" she shouted, her usual composure completely gone. She was practically swooning over Rolo, her emotions flooding into me in a dizzying rush. "He's here! Our mate!" she cooed, filled with joy. A pang of frustration hit Sage as we realised I couldn't shift to join him; the circumstances wouldn't allow it.

“Not bad for round one.” Nova laughed breathlessly, pressing a sloppy kiss to my shoulder. “Round one? Babe, the night’s young. And I’ve got ideas.” Sage nuzzled closer, her voice dreamy and sated. “I want to draw this someday. Not literally… but the feeling. All the colors mixing.” I smiled into the mess of hair and limbs, still buzzing, already hungry for more. The wind howled outside, but inside, the cabin felt warmer than any fire could make it.

he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and readiness. I turned to him, my eyes locking onto the tattoos on the soldiers' necks. "Sage, take a look at these," I said, my voice heavy with gravitas. "This tattoo—the one depicting a flying demon—it's familiar, but I can't quite place it." Sage stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied the tattoos intently. His expression shifted from curiosity to a mixture of surprise and contemplation. "This symbol," he mused, his voice thoughtful, "it's strikingly similar to the one the old woman at The King's Pack drew for us."