Seven Sages Novels & Stories

Sage's authoritative voice boomed across the room, and I stepped aside, shifting my gaze from lord Callicious and lowering my head a bit. The room turned still and just like that, Sage asked to take a seat, which I did. " I'm glad you are here," he said amid the quietness; his black orb eyes staring at me for a short while, recurring. me safely.” Lord Sage…” One of the elders was about to speak when Sage raised his hand.” Let's discuss the problem on board.” He ordered, and the almost twenty elders who were present in the room turned to stare at each other. At that moment, Caleb and Sean entered the room. Sean was in his usual black suit and black pants while Caleb was casually dressed. His

Both men turned to her, surprise evident on their faces. "What is your first name?" Marcus asked, his voice suddenly hushed. Casey hesitated, then sighed. "Sage. My grandmother insisted on it, said it was a family name. I never liked it—too formal. Everyone's called me Casey since kindergarten." "Sage," Xaihuang repeated, his bronze eyes widening. "The herb of wisdom and purification. Used in ancient dragon rituals to cleanse magical pathways." He laughed, a sound like coins clinking together. "Your grandmother knew exactly what she was doing."

The text message keeps haunting me: “ The Sages are not your real family.” Real? They are as real as they come. The Sages have been there for me when I cry through my nightmares, when I had my first heartbreak, they were there for me, with a big hot chocolate cup. They are the only family I know, so in my eyes, they are my real family.

And one that was not. Aria’s breath caught. A symbol burned into the stone of the occupied seat. Twisted. Sharp. Hungry. “What is this place?” she whispered. “The Chamber of Balance,” Damien replied. “Or what remains of it.” Elias folded his hands behind his back. “Long before packs ruled themselves, before councils pretended neutrality, there were seven Sovereigns.” Aria turned slowly. “Seven?” “Yes,” Elias said. “Each bound to a force. War. Order. Blood. Land. Shadow. Time.”

"This bell is called the Chaos Bell. Legend has it that it can live as long as the heaven and earth. It can listen to everything and distinguish thousands of changes. It is extraordinary, but it weighs a million pounds. Therefore, although it is called a bell, it is still difficult to ring." "I've already said the first five times, so let's talk about the sixth time." "To be able to make the bell toll six times, one must be the most powerful of the Six Sages, or the most powerful of the eight gods. He should be truly extraordinary existence." "As for the seventh voice, the person chosen by the heavens is the ruler, an unparalleled existence." "However, there is no need for you to think too m

A week has passed since the last game with the Class Steorra. By losing the bet, Steorras really did become an errand to the Class Sage, without backing to their words. During their lunch time or after school hours, they did everything that Sages ordered. Fortunately, the Class Sage are not that typical mean class. Even if they'd experience an insult from them, they just ordered some or light errand. Most of the time they just chat. So, regarding this some of them surprisingly become friends, especially Glazy; she easily joined the group of Sages. She was too kind-hearted and pure to be messed up with.

Anila says walking towards one of the doors that line the circular room. “Wait,” I yell out for her. Suddenly there is a knot forming in the back of my throat. “Who are the Seven?” “The seven witches that make up the council of the Sisters of Wisdom,” Anila responds opening the door in front of her. “Who are the Sisters of Wisdom?” I yell out for her again. “We are the Air coven, of course,” Anila shakes her head in frustration before walking through the door and slamming it behind her.

This obnoxious feeling he has towards her, that he thought had long since faded, is coming back to him. 'My aunt? She's gentle and kind, believe me. There's nothing to be scared about!' he recalled Anne's voice out of the blue. "To put it simply, I . . am the living vessel of the four Witches' blessings combined." *** Love, Charity, Courage, Humility, Pledge, Baptismal and Justice, the Gods of heavenly principles each gave birth to the uprising of the Seven Witches. There were no preserved record of the Seven's identity. And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master.

This was known as the holy war. The seven children played a great part in bringing despair to not only mankind but the heavens. From heaven's greatest angel they fell to the position of the seven princes of hell. However, with their power combined they still could not kill a god. After their defeat, Freya was eternally sealed to a holy cube. Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her.

Ruth asked, frowning, growing weary of the fatuous hype created. She didn’t believe him to be considered among the strong ones, it was irritating at this point. “Believe me, you wouldn’t want to know.” Avin smirked, turning to Tristan. They both smirked and the sisters tilted their heads in confusion. “And what are those other seven?” Leona asked out of curiosity. “The title holders- The bravest and strongest; you have seen one of them.” Avin replied calmly. “Like Persephone Sage? The Phoenix?” Ruth asked and they nodded in agreement and they realized they didn’t stumble upon any holder.