Sage Green Kindle Novels & Stories

“You should know better than to do that.” Sage snaps his gaze to the alpha at the sound of his voice and watches as he slowly opens his eyes, striking Sage with a pair of grey eyes that sends a shiver down his spine. “What is this? Another plan of yours to drink yourself to death? Wolfsbane is poison.” In annoyance, Sage slams the glass on the table with a loud thud.

"Take those eye contact lenses off." "Huh?" "Those blue eye contacts you're wearing. Take them off." I sighed. "Chloe..." "Take them off." I sighed again, a sign of giving in. I stopped my tracks, which made her stopped hers too and placed my books on a random table nearby. I carefully took my contact lenses out and placed them where they belong. "See?" Chloe said as I picked my books up again. "You look so much better with green eyes." "Thanks," I grinned. "It's so weird to go on without them. It just feels..."

Lamar uttered. Yeah, the golden bracelet Nicole offered to us before we left his shank. The bracelet is still with me, it's a golden bracelet on my arm but not on Sage's arm, it has a different color on her arm which is red. The three-eyed monsters looked at me, “Oh, come on. Who is this talking hamster that ruined my brilliant plan?“ Sage grumbled as she transformed into her normal shape. Sage narrowed her eyes, she got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrow. I guess she is so mad, right now.

: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.” Naraja felt two pokes come in from behind him and there he saw stood a little girl, Sunshine, looking no older, nor younger than 8 years old with two big 360-hoops in her hair fidgeting with the embroideries on her gothic long sleeve dress. Naraja took a closer examination of the dress and saw that it had a Victorian vintage tinge to it, but he had no idea as to how he knew that. Sunshine was an interesting girl, was what Naraja thought of, especially based off of her introduction a second ago, but even still with that one introduction that always shows a first-impr

"Fear not sweetheart, I'm not going to be your only friend because girl, my circle is big and I'm gonna introduce you to everyone." Sage really looked like the type of girl to have a lot of friends, she just had this bubbly energy to her. She also looked like someone who didn't contemplate much before doing anything, someone who would let her impulsive thoughts win. For starters, her hair was dyed pink which was matching with her pink nails, pink sandals and pink backpack. The knee length black sundress she was putting on was the only thing that didn't have the colour pink. She definitely looked like a real life barbie with how snatched her waist was and how pale her skin was looking.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Scarlet turned, with the rest of the class, to see who it was. She could not believe it. Standing there, proudly, book in his hand, was Sage, wearing a slim leather jacket, black leather boots and designer jeans with a large black leather belt and huge silver buckle. He wore a black button-down shirt hanging loose, and it revealed sparkling necklace—it looked like white platinum—with a large pendant in the middle. It looked like it was made of rubies and sapphires, and sparkled the light. Mr. Sparrow turned and looked at him, surprised.

Eric let out a soft laugh. "Interesting," he said. "But your answer works too," she said. "I want the Earth to be healthy, too." He grinned at her and came to a stop in a small clearing in the trees. He set his bag on the ground and retrieved his notebook from inside, opening it to a page and handing it to Nova. "You see the illustrations on this page, Nova?" He asked. She nodded, running her fingers over the paper. I peered over her shoulder to look at the journal page. A line of illustrations were neatly drawn, each of a different type of leaf. Cursive, slanted writing was off to the side of each one.

"She trains too, when she's ready. Her path is different from yours but it runs the same direction." I look at my daughter's door. The night light inside makes the gap at the bottom glow faint orange. She's fine. She's safe, right now, in this moment. I stand up. Sage reaches into her coat again and pulls out a book. Old, the way genuinely old things are, not decorative-old, not vintage-old, but the kind of worn that comes from actual use across actual generations. The cover has no title. The spine is cracked in three places. She sets it on the table and opens it to a page near the front. The writing inside is in a script I don't recognize but somehow feel, like a vibration in the back of my

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.