Sarah The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

Gideon’s voice rang out, low but firm. Sarah bit her lip, debating whether to step out or stay hidden. Before she could decide, Gideon moved swiftly, closing the distance between them. He spotted her crouched behind a tree and froze, his face twisting in confusion. “Sarah?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. “What are you doing here?” Thinking quickly, Sarah put on her most innocent expression. “I… I followed you and Nathan,” she admitted, pretending to be embarrassed. “I was worried about Lunaria too. I thought maybe I could help.”

He mindlinks everyone and right then his men and everyone who is with him looks in the direction where he looks to almost die there. On a corner of his encamped Sarah is helping someone, and she just stays with her eyes closed, trying to focus in the middle of all the noise around her. They saw her doing this all the time, it is the way she starts the process of healing every time But from behind, the enemy king’s beta transformed into his wolf in running straight to her. SHE IS HIS TARGET! “Sarah!” Patrick shouted. She is in human form, she never transformed and he doesn’t know what her wolf looks like, but even transformed she would never be a match for someone like this beta.

Almost a third. Marie's loading a shotgun with silver pellets. She's nineteen. Turned wolf six months ago. Still learning control but determined. Sarah's sharpening stakes. Former blood club performer. The one who sent us intelligence. Except she died in the building collapse during our rescue. Wait. Different Sarah. This Sarah is different person. Young. Angry. Ready to fight. I shake off the confusion. Focus. "How are you feeling?" Danny asks. He's coordinating fighters. Arm still in sling from the rescue mission.

She held a heavy, iron butcher”s cleaver in her hand, the blade caked with dried, dark stains. She looked at the locket in Cattley”s hand, then at the bodies in the street, and she began to laugh”a dry, hacking sound that had no humor in it. "I'm Sarah," the woman said, stepping into the moonlight. She looked at Cattleya with eyes that held the same terrifying, hollow awareness that Cattleya felt behind her own. "I was 802. I spent the last three cycles hiding in the sewers, watching the 'Kings' eat ducks and rats, waiting for the system to purge itself."

Suddenly her phone rang, it was Lisa Edwards. Lisa, a girl with long black hair up to the middle of her back and Super twinkling light black eyes is the only friend of Sarah, She is short in height and has a fair colour. Sarah knows her for two years when she went to her hospital to get the treatment for the first time. She had her reasons to get treatment but after that, they became friends, or if more precisely they became best friends. 'Hey Lisa, Wassup?' Asked Sarah joyfully. But all her joyfulness washed away when Lisa said with full excitement,

“What?” Sarah asked. “The hedge mage would make a great background image for your website,” I said. That was our task for the day, making that website. Sarah considered, looking around, then shook her head. “I don’t want to put identifiable photos of the grounds online.” She nodded down at the girls, and we all walked back toward what I assumed was the entrance. The girls skipped down the path ahead of us. “I get that, totally,” I said. “But we could just have Lisy make a generic hedge maze graphic.”

Arc replied with a hint of dry sarcasm. Sarah appeared before him, radiant in a bright yellow sundress, her hair tied up in a relaxed, messy bun. Her warm smile and sparkling eyes exuded a cheerful energy, which didn't surprise Arc one bit - he'd grown accustomed to her sunny presence. "You never miss an opportunity to highlight my single status, do you?" He rolled his eyes, "You're well past the era of trying not to be single." With a delighted clap of her hands, Sarah exclaimed, "Ah hah, someone's developed a sense of humor, I see!" Her gaze swept over Arc, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You look good today, Arc."

SARA My walk with Harlan outside Alpha Tristan's territory was my first genuine step toward reclaiming a sense of self since I was dragged back here. It felt undeniably good to be outside—to feel the sharp, cool breeze against my face and the warmth of the setting sun on my back. For those few hours, I didn't feel like a possession; I felt alive.

Nate Sarah stood up and waded across the water, her perfect little body calling to be touched. I knew she wanted me. She just needed a reason. I sat straight back, and spread my legs, giving Sarah room to sit in front of me. She turned slowly, letting my eyes take her in. Sarah lowered herself between my legs, resting her hands on my thighs. When she was settled, I reached up and moved her hair away from her neck. I started off soft, rubbing my hand up and down her neck, and then the back of her head and her scalp.

And sitting on its back, looking down at us with a look of pure, insane joy, was Sarah. She wasn't a girl anymore. She was a cyborg—half flesh, half machine. Her blue eyes were replaced by glowing red sensors. "Sister!" she screeched. "You're late for the party! Fenris has been talking about you for ten centuries! He said you’d be the one to finally finish the machine!" "Sarah, stop this!" I shouted. "Stop?" She laughed, a sound of grinding metal. "I’m just getting started! Fenris needs a heart to power the final stage of the Eclipse. And your 'White Fire' is exactly what he’s been missing!"