Sarah Fortune Arcane Novels & Stories

the physician explained. Zoey nodded. "Alright, I'll come back tomorrow." After thanking the shop assistant, Zoey and Tara stepped out of Arcane Sanctum. The same shop assistant, Paul, suddenly rushed out after them, calling out to Zoey. "Madam Zoey, I know you want to buy Snowdrop Pills for the Warren family's matriarch. It's possible, but we'll only sell it to Madam Amelia," he said, pretending not to know that Amelia had hanged herself. "If the Warren family wants to make a purchase, please have Madam Amelia come herself."

(Sarah's POV) The letter trembled in my hands as I read Aria's final words. Each carefully written character was like a knife to my heart. Her gentle voice seemed to echo through the empty apartment as I absorbed her message. "My dearest pack sister..." Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks, blurring the ink on the paper. I clutched the pack territory bank card that had fallen from the envelope, the cold metal pressing into my palm. Two hundred and fifty thousand silver coins. A fortune from an omega who had so little.

“There has to be.” Long raised a brow. “What are you talking about?” Emma sat up slowly. The world tilted, but she held herself together. “Sarah. My friend. The immunologist. She’s still out there. Grimkeeper has her.” Marcus looked at Steve, confused. “Wait… Sarah’s alive?” Emma nodded. “Yes. And he’s keeping her for a reason. Because she understands viruses. Because she can undo the things he creates.” Long’s face darkened. “Then she’s more valuable to him than even you.”

Paula asks, and this Sarah person agrees. Sarah then walks up to me and pours something over me while she says something in a lanuage I don't understand. "Sorry, I needed to do that while your guard was down. It is a healing spell, for the mins and soul, it will help you and your wolf reconnect and it will help you recover your true memories." Sarah says then she adds "I will take my leave now, I won't tell anyone about Annie, please call me if you need anything." She looks around at us all while she says this last part. Then she walks out without another word.

I replied back to him Sarah is one of our witches back at the institute, she's a powerful witch but she tries not to tamper with black magic too much because it usually drains her energy and could even be life threatening if not use correctly however seeing that the person we are dealing with is a black magic user themselves she'll have to use some dark spells to find our lost guests the conversation ended between me and Roger and I was back to helping out Alex with whatever he needed, his father had left to gather up the pack back home for the move while his uncle called upon the kingdom allies to help solve the problem faster

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long. As we headed toward the kitchen tent, my gut twisted with a knot of fear as Tabah went on rambling, oblivious to my thoughts. I was only half-paying attention to what he was saying, something about his sister also being back. Sarah, his sister, had always been a rebel. The last I heard about her, she had gone off to discover Altair and other magical kingdoms on her own. She isn’t employed by either the pack or the Council. It has always been a mystery to me as to how she manages to fund her travels.

Arthur wasn’t being his usual self, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened between them. Sage’s eyes flickered toward me, and the smile she gave was almost too perfect. “You must be Morgan,” she said, walking over with her hand outstretched. “Arthur has told me so much about you.” I took her hand, trying to hide my discomfort. “Nice to meet you,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. Arthur cleared his throat. “So, what brings you here, Sage? It’s been a while.” Her smile grew, and I knew then that this wasn’t just a friendly visit. “I came because I have something important to discuss with you, Arthur,” she said, her voice smooth and confident.

Charlotte looked up to Azraiel as he scanned her face. “Sarah doesn’t have a brother, Charlotte. Whoever this Richard is…he is not her brother. My sources tell me that she is a wolf and the only child of a rouge couple that were banished from their pack when she was a child. Her mother died due to a heart attack two years back and her father committed suicide a few months after his wife’s death. I have a feeling it was this Richard who wanted to harm you from the very beginning and he used Sarah to accomplish just that.” Charlotte nodded as she let it sink in. “Can I watch the rest of the video?”

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

I finally turned off the water and dressed in a pair of heavy black leggings and a thick cashmere sweater that smelled faintly of the cedarwood Andre liked to use, and I felt a tiny bit more human as I brushed the tangles out of my damp hair and walked back into the main living area. Andre was sitting on a low leather sofa with a tablet in his hand and he was staring at a massive screen on the wall that was playing a video from a charity gala that must have happened just two nights ago, and I froze in the middle of the room when I saw Sarah Vance standing on a podium with a microphone in her hand. She was wearing a gown I had custom-ordered for my anniversary and she was sporting the Thorne