Sarah Fortune Arcane 소설 & 이야기

But Arcturus wasn’t done. “She has aligned herself with the High Priestess Sarah,” he continued, his voice turning cold. “They seek the forbidden spells. Magic that bends fate itself.” My heart pounded. “She wants to rewrite fate?” I whispered. “Yes.” Ryker cursed under his breath. “How the hell do we stop that?” Arcturus took a step forward, and even though he radiated power, I didn’t feel fear. Because despite his overwhelming presence, I knew he wasn’t my enemy.

She had come to exact vengeance upon Reece who had gotten her banished, Breeana who she hated with every fibre within her body and last but definitely not least, Ariana, her former best friend who abandoned her in a pivotal part of her life. They would all pay and no one would ever suspect the new and improved innocent pregnant Sarah as she would play them like a fiddle. Her first pawn was Ari. She would feed into Ari's greed to make her own dreams become a reality. This was going to be so much fun.

Isaac said before he walked towards the direction of where the noise that was surely Everest was coming from. “Daddy! Uncle Leslie!” The twins shouted as they ran towards us. I hugged Rebecca while Ruth hugged her father before she kissed his cheek. Always the affectionate elder sister. “Baby.” Sarah said as she placed her hand on her hip while the other on her lips. Sarah was a beautiful alpha, six feet with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was a genetic engineer at a huge company as one of their employees and shareholder. Her personality was carefree and lax with a wild personality that balanced Isaac’s gentle nature.

“There’s government involvement. Foreign money. Weapons contracts. Damon… Katrina’s not working alone. She’s backed by a global syndicate.” Lucas exhaled slowly. “This just became an international incident.” Sarah felt the ground shift under her. “What does she want from Damon?” “Not just revenge,” Lou replied. “She wants his empire. His legacy. His name. She wants to turn him into a cautionary tale.” Damon stared at the flashing decryption sequence, his reflection ghosted in the screen. “Then we make her regret ever setting foot in Brooklyn.” That night, Sarah couldn’t sleep. She wandered through the quiet halls of the safe house until she found Damon on the balcony, staring at the moonlit

“I remember the name from when Marael and I were together. Sahara was a good friend of Marael’s. According to my research, she was an ancient leader of another coven until one day her coven died ‘under mysterious circumstances,' and she disappeared soon after that. I’m pretty sure that she’s the one who gave Marael the Lazarus Tears and told her about the Potestatem Vitae Mortem.” Taking another seat, I rest my cup on the table and lay a finger over the bill. “If you already figured this out—What do you need me for?” He takes a deep breath and leans back with a serious frown. “I asked Isaiah to do a little bit of research on Sahara. The woman is very business savvy. She owns several restaura

"You have no idea who you're dealing with. Sarah is in the top three richest women in New York and London combined. She holds the highest individual share in the Vane conglomerate. If she pulls her support, we aren't just broke—we’re in debt for the next three generations!" Beatrice nearly collapsed. "The highest share? Why didn't you tell us, Charlie? Damn it, we’re jumping toward our own funeral!" "Don't worry," Charlie gasped, trying to maintain some semblance of his ego even as he panted. "I'll win her over. She’s just emotional because of Elara. Once Elara is out of the way, I’ll find a way to charm Sarah back to our side. I always do. Just keep jumping! We can't give her a reason to ca

She was holding the silver music box, but it was glowing with a strange, dull leaden light. "Mom! Get out of here!" Elara tried to shout, but it came out as a whisper. "I'm not leaving my girls to a debt collector," Sarah said. She walked toward the boy, her combat boots echoing on a floor that didn't exist. "You want a Name? You want a history? Take mine. I’ve lived a thousand lives in the shadows. I’ve been a traitor, a mother, a killer, and a ghost. My ledger is heavy enough to pay the rent for the whole planet."

She looked to the shore. She called over a young girl, barely seven years old, a descendant of a Sycophant who had found "Friction" and a Vance engineer. The girl’s eyes were a swirling amber, and her skin possessed the faint, translucent shimmer of the Eleventh Frequency. She was the personification of the Paradox. "This is for you," Sarah said, handing the 1956 Ledger to the child. "It’s a book of mistakes, rebellions, and very loud noises. It’s the history of why we aren't perfect."

Desperation is a wide-open door, and revenge is the key that keeps it open. What Sarah didn’t know — what no one knew — was that magic belongs to no one. It is like the wind, like water, like fire. You can direct it, you can use it for a while, but you can never possess it. And every time you call it, it demands its price. Sarah paid with her life.

Sinclair. I stopped and stared at it. Immediately, my expression darkened. These were the people who took Aunty Sandra. I didn’t want to admit it yesterday, but I actually felt guilty for what happened to Aunty Sandra and Lucian. If she hadn’t been fighting for me She would still be around and Lucian’s life would’ve turned out completely differently. I took a deep breath. “Your karma is closer than you think,” I muttered through clenched teeth at the poster before hissing softly and heading toward Dexter’s office.