Sarah The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

Aria's POV Sarah stood at the center of the convergence circle, her form flickering between states like a television changing channels. One moment solid, the next transparent, occasionally splitting into multiple versions before snapping back together. "It's accelerating," she said, her voice carrying harmonics from different realms. "The bridge power—it's not just growing. It's evolving into something else." I watched through the chain's infinite sight, seeing possibilities cascade around her. In half of them, she transcended. In half, she fragmented beyond recovery.

When Sarah saw her coming, she ignored the eye mask on her eyes, and immediately jumped into Hollin's arms, her mouth gurgling French, and her tears falling down again. It took some kissing and coaxing to get Sarah to smile again. Huo Lin looks up to Mu Zi and explains to her with a smile, "Sarah just turned 20, her character is a bit capricious and loves to play with childish tantrums, so I'm going to work hard for you today to help me take care of her." Mu Zi's age was younger than Sarah's, but her temperament was much more calm and steady, making it easy for people to trust her.

Meanwhile, mayhem had broken loose at the Hudson Manor after Robert’s mother Carol Hudson and sister Larissa learnt that Sarah was Theodore Hills’s daughter and also the world famous author Honey C. whose books earned enormously and who was pursued by Hollywood film producers to sell them her book rights ! “We have done hara-kiri mom!”, Larissa whined. “ Who would have ever thought that obese koala bear who slogged day and night without complaining is someone born with a golden spoon in mouth and had a battery of servants and maids at home to do the menial jobs she did here?”, Carol palmed her head in dismay.

"You’ve been at that for three hours, Sarah. Usually, you complain after ten minutes that the pedal makes your ankles ache." "I’ve found my calling," Sarah replied, a small, secretive smile touching her lips. "I’m a woman of the arts now. A creator of connections." What Sarah didn't realize was that every wolf in the room could smell her intent. To a human, she was just a girl spinning yarn. To the residents of the Black Ridge, she smelled of desperate ambition, cheap rosewater, and the metallic tang of a secret. "She’s up to something," Fenris whispered, leanings toward Elara.

Her dark eyes watch me intently. “I heard something in the woods,” I answer her. “You don’t think someone is watching us do you?” She asks nervously. Sarah is our resident scaredy-cat. Literally. She is a beautiful, regal tiger who is afraid of everything outside of our pack. She fears the day the humans discover our secret and come for her sweet little Al, who is all of 5 years old. I sigh heavily and walk over to her, placing my hand on her shoulders. “There is nothing there to fear, Sarah. It was just a deer.”

They have lived their lives fighting and trying to survive against this hunting of humanity. ‘’We have to do something. We cannot just observe here from the atmosphere’’, whispered Sarah Sarah has a well-shaped figure and a height shorter than a banana plant. She has hair as black as coal. Her eyes are like the color of ocean waves you see during summer. She has a rough voice that seems to be angry when speaking. She stylishly wears her old spacesuit.

She was loosing her patience by constantly missing her targets. She didn't notice Harold's wink to Derek and Trisha's nod to Brie. They had a plan and it was to attack Sarah at the same time. When Sarah began to run towards Harold and Brie, Harold jumped forward and in no time, became a wolf. He ran towards her and the both of them crashed into one another. Harold's skull shuddered with an ache as the impact quakes through him. Sarah, though, had recovered and it was obviously thanks to her sister, the Moon Goddess.

Sarah thought within herself again forgetting she could be heard by the werewolf goddess. "Just a few have seen my face. Including William. I'm a goddess and so I make my identity remain sacred Sarah. Let's take a walk into your future." the werewolf goddess replied to her word as they entered into another trance and Sarag could be seen smiling a bit in the real world where her body lies. "Seems she just smiled." The werewolf doctor spoke to Hilda whose turn it was to stay with Sarah all through. "She must be in a trance as well," Hilda replied to the werewolf doctor who got interested in the trance and started to question Hilda about it.

I knew this place…but from where, I had no idea. “We have much to discuss with the witch of Avalon. I shall take us there.” At once she opened up a portal and stepped through, pulling me along. Sarah was a witch. An Earth witch. And she was very powerful. Another reason I was glad to have her as part of the order. However, right as I moved to step in after her, an arrow came whizzing by. I turned, looking at the source only to see infantry men riding towards us. They released a volley of arrows, and I watched my men fall in quick succession.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"