Novel & Cerita Sage Parker Books

“Stranger danger and all that.” “Smart. I could be a serial killer.” “Are you?” “Only on Tuesdays.” Those gray eyes held mine. “Today’s Wednesday. You’re safe.” I shouldn’t have laughed. Nothing about tonight was funny. But something about his deadpan delivery cracked through my misery and I found myself actually smiling. “I’m Sage,” I said. “Kael.” He didn’t offer his last name, and I didn’t ask. Tonight, I didn’t want to be Sage Draven from the Crescent Bay pack who just got publicly humiliated. I wanted to be nobody.

But I could feel the weight of his attention. “Maybe he’s looking at something behind me.” “There’s nothing behind you except the fountain,” Imara said. “And trust me, he’s not interested in the fountain.” “Why would he be interested in me? I literally just got here.” “That,” Sage said quietly, “is an excellent question.” He moved then. One fluid motion that took him from the pillar to walking toward us with a predator’s grace. His movements were too smoothh and precise. “Oh hell no.” Zara stood abruptly. “I did not sign up for whatever this is.”

I decided to make my grand entrance. I removed my helmet and there were several shocked gasps and so on. "My Name is Samantha Emilia Parker; I am the Clan Leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Clan." After saying those words, I knew this would be fun. "H... how, wh..when, did you become a Phoenix? We looked for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found." Aiden asked instead of Matthew, too shocked to register that I was in front of them.

What did I just agree to? I haven’t been thinking clearly since meeting Sage yesterday. And now, sitting on their bed with this damn wolf mating book, which didn’t say us being mates was impossible and how sure they are of all this. Outside of my sexuality, I don't think I’ve ever been as sure of something as Sage is that I’m their mate.

"Just a fair warning." "We will give you whatever you want! Please save our Saint!" "Huh... who is your Saint. What bloodline does he hail from?" Ren's ears prickled at that. "Bloodline!?" Sect Master Asmith mumbled. "The Fallen Paradise Bird." The Protector from Royal Academy prickled at that.

Fang followed suit, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle like a schoolgirl. “No, you're not.” She waved her hand towards the sofa, motioning for us to sit. There wasn't much that got past Maggie. She had spent her entire life affiliated with the Savage Sons in one way or another. She played the part of kindly old grandmother well, but she was so much more than that. She was as kick ass as any man in that room, and twice as dangerous when she put her mind to it. We respected her because of it. She would have made one hell of a biker.

Chapter Fifteen The Awakening Sage had walked the darkened path toward her house just like the last night, but this time she was going to be ready for anything. She made sure she had her gun in her back holster that her dad had bought her. At her hip, she had a great set of butterfly knives that had belonged to her mother. The closer she got she heard someone in her house. But when she had gotten closer, she peaked in the window and found a pale blond meth head throwing her old, one of a kind books around the room.

So she simply picked Sunshine up by her hand and gave her two big noogies on each side of her head. Naraja rubbed the back of his neck while chuckling at Teresa and Sunshine as they were now in their own little world, but only because Sunshine had to be reprimanded for her small actions of a child, but yet rude in the end. Naraja was now starting to come down off of his laughter and to terms with everyone here and how they were as people. As human beings. Even if he didn’t know all the answers right now for himself and this place, he at least had these people right in front of him to help him find the “Red Book Of Memories”.... Whatever the hell that means.

If what it suggests is true, if the name signed at the bottom really authorized the extinction of the healing packs… Some truths change everything. And some enemies are closer than we ever imagined. But watching Sage move through combat sequences with growing confidence, seeing her strength bloom despite everything, I know one thing for certain: whoever tried to erase her legacy failed. They left one survivor. One heir to ancient power. I pull Sage closer under the guise of demonstrating a move, breathing in her scent of honeysuckle and rain. My mate. My miracle. We need to understand why the healing packs were really destroyed. Prove who gave the order to wipe them from history.

"Even if she's Landon's child, we can't just welcome her as our leader. She allied herself to your pack who detained our Alpha and brainwashed our children. And why would we consider a girl who's still ignorant of our world as our head?" "Hey, wait! They're not brainwashing us, Dad!" Jasper exclaimed. "Sage! Show yourself to them," Iris insisted, dragging my mate from her hiding spot behind me. Sage drew her brows together and gazed still at the two of them. Then she rolled her eyes, sighing. "Do you know Sara of the Phantom? She's my mother."