Seven Sages Novels & Stories

Hesper stood at the northern stone, watching four hundred years of dynastic grievance resolved in a single afternoon, yet her expression resembled that of someone attending a funeral. “So,” Ordric said eventually, breaking the silence. “We are the Seven.” “We are the Seven,” Hesper replied from the northern stone, her tone completely flat. For a leader whose house had waited four centuries to speak those words, it was a remarkable display of composure. “And the girl is not proscribed,” Ordric added.

It was really entertaining thinking about it, funny enough. Sage was but an energetic man with a deadly aura. He was a fatigued old man that needed a walking stick to move around. Could Alexa have been nothing but an idiot also? "I heard you took a young blood for marriage. Seventeen they say she is, a century and a decade apart from you. I thought modernity wasn't your type of thing." Sage was a werewolf and an alpha, I could tell with his extra long claws that scraped the floorboards as he moved around.

I would come back to it. The election closes in fifteen days, I said. You are the strongest candidate but you do not have the council majority. Three senior elders are undecided and two are actively working against you because they want a King they can manage. You are not manageable, which is your best quality and your current political problem. Something shifted in his eyes. Slight. He had not expected me to know that. Good.

“Do you mean to test me sir? Out of all the witches in the world, the Sages are the most informed, there's hardly anything you don't know.” “There are some things that we don't know, how about you tell us all you know about this?” A tiny voice said from the corner of the room and to both Maverick’s and Aurora’s surprise, it belonged to a teenager. If she wasn't a teenager, then she was an early adult. “I didn't expect that a teenager would be among The Sages,” Maverick commented. “Now that I saw what they look like, I must really commend Jerry for his stupidity, these people don't look like they could be trusted at all.”

But Sage had left the third day because he couldn’t get used to the way they live; their exposure of skins and reeks of sweats and moans of paradise all day long. Sage debated either to find Aiden where he might be and then ask him where the Chosen One might be. Since he is also in support of the prophecy and since he sees the future as Donovan said, he would know. At least, that was what he thought, but then he started to wonder why Aiden himself has not made any move. He wondered what kind he was, what powers he possesses for Donovan to speak so unique about him.

My wolf and his cryptic shit continues, as he enjoys reliving some of my fondest memories of the days I would spend with my father in his library. The Seven were the servants of the gods. Their sole purpose in life was to maintain the balance on earth and keep the scales tipped in the favour of good. The book my father found was the Seven’s own record of their successes and failures as they fought to fulfil that purpose, and their eventual downfall after going against their creators when they learned of their corruption. If Abernathy has found their tomb, and it’s on our land… I can’t even… why wouldn’t my father have told me?

The path down the mountain was long, and I walked it slowly, alone. The gravel path crunched rhythmically under my feet. The weight of those seven years had long since been left behind. I knew that once I was down this slope, all I had to do was walk forward, and it would be spring. The slate was wiped clean, and I was ready to face the sun.

"Deanna, are you still dreaming? They’re cutting ties because they know that without me backing you, the Cunninghams can’t stand on its own. All that so-called ability of yours means nothing in front of real capital." "No, no, that’s not right!" Deanna suddenly rushed toward me, her voice shaking. "Corey, we’ve been married for seven years. Even if I made a mistake, you can’t treat me like this! "That company is my life’s work. You can’t destroy it! Call them. Tell them not to cancel. I’m begging you!" I looked at her panicked expression and felt nothing but amusement. "Deanna, weren’t you acting so tough just a moment ago? Now you’re begging me? Besides, don’t you still have someone backing

Ren Xiaoyao put the chicken leg into his mouth, took a big bite and said, "I will work harder." Beyond that, people in the Honorable Alliance of Seven of the Central Academy of white shirts stood there. Seven sworn brothers, each one a genius, all of them appeared in front of people. It had been half a year since they had appeared together, which undoubtedly became the people's focus. ---------------

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