Sage Fanart Novels & Stories

Sage looks exhausted, dark circles under her eyes, hair pulled into a loose knot like she hasn’t had the energy to care. She’s watching me. I stop just inside the doorway, my bag sliding off my shoulder as my heartbeat begins to thud louder in my ears. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing one wrong step will send everything crashing down. “What?” Sage says getting up to get the remote from the table. Her voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it. Suspicion. “You are staring at me,” she adds. “You are looking at me weird.”

“Good kid. I’ve been so busy lately, I missed the trending drama and even the launch event. I’ll binge everything later. God, Luna’s piano playing is just… next level. Makes me think of our boss’s piano, honestly…” Sage tried to place her laptop on the desk, but then glanced toward the doorway... Her hands paused. She met Iron Blade’s eyes, then shot a pitying look at Austin before tiptoeing to the other side of the room—silently, carefully, like a mouse avoiding a cat. Austin, still rambling, looked up. “What, do I have cooties? Why’re you backing away?” Sage shook her head and made a dramatic “cut-throat” gesture.

Disgusting alphas. Bloom leans over, whispering, “You alright?” Sage lets out a breath, adjusting the sheer sleeve of his outfit; it’s sticky to his skin. “No,” he mutters, “I hate this outfit. I look like some fancy doll.” Bloom casts him a smile. “You look like a Luna.” Sage’s lips press into a thin line, his eyes narrowing. “I look like every alpha’s idea of a quiet, pretty omega. That’s not me.”

I’m still thrilled with it. Sage moves around the room, gathering her things. She loads her gun with ink, then picks up a small purple machine I don’t recognise and sets it beside the tray. I watch as she uncaps a tiny vial and mixes whatever’s inside into one of the ink containers attached to a second gun. Then she snaps on a pair of purple gloves and grins at me. “Ready?” I nod and rest my cheek on my folded arms. “Yep.”

* *Same as usual then. The development log Sage keeps on both children is twelve pages long now and growing. Haven's abilities cluster around three areas. The shield magic is the strongest, the most controlled, the one she reaches for instinctively when she feels threatened or when someone she loves is in proximity to something she doesn't trust. It began as a reflex response at eighteen months and has become, over the last two years, something she can deploy deliberately and hold with increasing endurance.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

I inwardly roll my eyes at his lame attempt to impress the Alpha. “Oh, goddess! You chained her! Open the door now!” Sage demands, her eyes searing into the guard's face like she could murder him where he stood. Sage is tiny for a werewolf, but she is a fierce bitch to reckon with. She is in shape as she was training to be a warrior before Liam snatched her up as his mate. Sage his short dusty blonde hair that comes to her shoulders. Her bangs frame her face. Her light green eyes are the color of sage which is why her parents named her Sage. She has a nice body, but I know I’m the fuller female body of both of us. Overall, Sage is cute and sexy, and she pulls it off with the utmost confidenc

Cole's doing a great job of distracting her, so I don’t have to worry about her interrupting my day by going over to Xavier. Sage's dress is a beautiful shade of green that perfectly matches her eyes. The dress strikes a balance between daring and elegant, featuring a thigh-high slit and tasteful display of cleavage. Cole looks a little terrified and I don’t blame him. It looks like Sage could eat him for breakfast. With a toss of her long, dark brown hair, she turned to scan the room, eventually meeting my gaze. As soon as she puts on the fake smile, I know something is off. I see Xavier's attention shift in the same direction as mine, and it all makes sense.

Small stands of plantain and giant bird-of-paradise for privacy. Sage raised his brows as he noticed the doorway had taken some loving inspiration from its design, for it was not the standard ancient rectangular shape but the sort of archway that brought every eye upward. She followed him, and the old woman watched her carefully. "And who is this young miss, my sire?" "Oh, this is Sophie. My mate," Sage replied blankly. "This is amazing. Welcome, dear. Come sit here."

“What? You think that I’m the kind of woman who jumps from one man’s bed to another. Tariq is a great guy, and maybe if the situation was different, I might have been with him, but not now.” “Because he’s my cousin?” I ask. Sage shakes her head. “Why are you asking me this, Priest? Tariq has nothing to do with this. I’m just tired of this back and forth you and I have going on. I’m not the one who pushed you away. Every time I try to get close, you pull away. So pardon me if I don’t want to keep playing this game with you.” Facing the window, Sage agitatedly pulls a large t-shirt over her towel-covered body and drops the towel. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And the crazy part about