Sage Fanart Novels & Stories

Sage strode in, balancing a box of pastries against her hip. “Delivery for the queen of caffeine,” Sage announced, setting the box on the counter. Maya raised an eyebrow. “Did you seriously buy pastries from another bakery?” “I thought it might inspire some healthy competition,” Sage said, smirking. “Plus, I may have bribed your barista to share a recipe or two.” “You’re lucky I like you,” Maya said, shaking her head. Sage leaned against the counter, her gaze bouncing between Maya and Damian. “So, what’s next for you two? Taking over the world? Or maybe just a long-overdue honeymoon?”

The smallest hint of a tattooed-covered upper body licks the top of his crisp white shirt, while his slicked-back hair makes him look like some sort of suave businessman. I would have thought he was attractive, as all the Volkov men are, but the coldness and absolute nothing behind Sage’s blue eyes are unnerving. It’s like looking at a video of a calm ocean; beauty and serenity on the surface, but you know beneath it's claimed the lives of thousands of people. Sage never comes down here and I briefly wonder why he’s come to the cafeteria of all places when he walks straight towards us. “Oh, my Gods,” I groan and turn to face Rebecca. “He’s not coming over here, is he?”

Sage blinked, stretching their hand toward the illustrative black wolf with purple eyes that made up my chest piece. It took me a second to piece it together. The tattoo on my right bicep was an illustrative forest that made a V in the mist with a lunar eclipse in the sky. It clicked when my brain caught up to Sage reaching for the wolf. Their wolf is named Eclipse. Did the wolf on my chest remind Sage of theirs? “Eclipse? Does your wolf look like this?” I asked, touching my tattoo. “Um… yeah. Exactly like this, purple eyes and all.” Sage nodded. “Can I…” They pointed at my tattoo.

” Orb: “Access. Denied.” Naraja: “Uuuuuuggggghh.” Naraja slouches his shoulders in defeat after hearing those two words having a more forceful connotation behind it than it needed to be, but Naraja just sighed and digressed. Whilst he expressed these feelings outside into the air he started feeling a firm, yet soft hand touched his shoulder. Naraja looked back to see that Nai and the rest of the group had finally caught up to him and Orb while they just finished up their little dispute in front of the doorway. Naraja turned his head back towards the door, inhaled through his nose, exhaled out through his mouth and saw immediately that the door had a peculiar design all over it that he couldn

Astral War Sage had taken her time as she pulled her navy-blue fiat into Megan’s driveway. They had some practicing to do today, and Sage wanted to show her a few things on the computer. She knew that she would have to break into some sort of program before the night would be over, but she wasn’t prepared for what she would see. Opening Megan’s front door Sage was greeted by Sara running down the hallway barking and wagging her tail. Bending down Sage patted her head and watched as she went back toward the bedroom.

he told her. "Really? It might be their batch. Where is it?" Sage crossed his hands to his back, "I told Rae to visit the neighbourhood pack." "Okay, good. What does it look like?" Aurora asked as she walked after Sage who had turned to leave. "It's designed with the colour red and black with a portrayal of an eagle inscribed on it," he relayed and Aurora tried to think if she had seen something like that. "I'm sure we'll find them soon and I don't think they are from Autumn pack."

"You do know Kian, if you put it forward, you will come off as weak." "And I don’t fucking care. Let them think what they want. Right now, our people matter more." "And that is why Kian will become one of our finest kings in history." I looked up to see Sage walking in. Dressed in a pair of fitted pants and a plunging top, she was smiling confidently, her light brown hair pulled into a braid. "Sorry if I'm interrupting." She said, her blue eyes locking with mine. "Not at all." I said looking away, frowning deeply.

she added as I nodded, and she linked me lovingly. Sage had been set up in a part of the clinic that was not levelled in the bomb. She looked much better than her wounds were healing, but she was still pale. Her hair was its eery platinum blonde, and she was propped up against some pillows. Someone was sitting on the bed facing her with his back to the door. It took me only a second before the sea water scent hit my nose, and I realised it was Arthur. He had been painting my friends' nails judging by the setup between them and their laughter. "Perfect sea green." he laughed as I closed the door. He turned and immediately looked a little embarrassed like I had caught him doing something I was

Sage said while standing behind me, breathing down my neck. "What do you want, Sage?" I asked hesitantly. "Didn't I tell you no friends and definitely no dates?!" Sage said, questioning me. "Fuck off, turd. I am sick of your stupid mind games, so go and fuck your mate," I said, seeing red. "Yes, way to go, girl," I whispered out. "What, you think Vanessa is my mate? Yeah, right!" Sage said, shocked. I turned away, so he didn't see the hopeful look in my eyes.

The king-size bed seemed so big to her, empty at the same time. “What does it matter that he is a prince? Yes, we have arranged ourselves in the rooms. I worry about him with that girl,” Sage said when she sat on the enormous bed. She looked around the room with a smile. The matching furniture didn’t fit a man’s house. The dark wood of the dresser, bed, and side tables called to his fae side. The nature images on the wall told Sage that he wanted Nix to be comfortable here. The walls were a pale blue, with white trim.