Seven Sages Novels & Stories

"So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?" Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

“They started a war they couldn’t finish.” Serai’s lips pressed tight. “And now you think you can finish it.” Cain didn’t deny it. Avi finally spoke, her voice controlled. “Why come in groups of seven?” Serai’s gaze flicked to her. “Because seven is the old binding number. Seven is the number of threads a Circle ties to a Keeper.” Chance’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re trying to bind her?” Serai’s head snapped up. “No!” But it came too fast, too reflexive.

Yuheng Zi was stunned and he said with his brows knitted, "Are you planning to make the seven of us work together? You can call Senior Brother Qingfeng and Xiaoyao back, but I'm afraid that Junior Sister Huashang and Yanluo will never come back." Qing Chen, Yuheng, Xiaoyao, Qingfeng, Moxuan, Huashang, and Yanluo, the Jade Qing Seven. In the past, these seven people were all-powerful and invincible. But only because of all kinds of pasts, now in Jade Qing Sect there were only three people left.

As Sable finished speaking, an elderly sage stepped forward, his eyes filled with wisdom acquired over centuries of existence. His voice carried a gentle authority as he addressed the gathering. "Sable, child of the celestial and mortal realms, we stand united in our belief in your power and purpose. The time has come for us to put aside our differences and embrace the bond that unites us all."

“The Sage Rank consists of six main ranks, which are further divided into thirty-six stages. The six main ranks are Sage, Sage King, Sage Emperor, Great Sage, Holy Sage, and Divine Sage. “The First to Sixth Stages encompass the Sage rank. The Seventh to Twelfth Stage is the Sage King rank. Then, the Thirteenth to Eighteenth Stage falls under the Sage Emperor rank. When you reach the Nineteenth to Twenty-Fourth Stage, you’re considered a Great Sage. The Twenty-Fifth Stage to Thirtieth Stage is called Holy Sage rank. Lastly, the Thirty-First to the Thirty-Sixth Stage is when one reaches the Divine Sage rank.”

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Suddenly, a low snarl echoes in the dark and then another. Sage spins, his ears twitching, he turns sharply and finds pairs of glowing eyes staring back at him through the dark. Slowly and one by one, shadows emerged from the trees, teeth bared and eyes vicious and hungry. Rogues. Seven of them. Sage growls low and threatening as they circle him like the predators that they are. The largest wolf among them leaps first and Sage dodges; he slashes with his claws, catching fur and blood splatters on the ground. Sage might be an omega but he isn't a weak omega.

The next day, they began their training. Sage started by giving her a lesson about different types of swords and weapons. Two hours later, Sophie was swearing to every known god on the planet for the existence of the being called Sage Fucking Robinson. Not only was the guy rude and arrogant, but he was also the definition of the man who knows it all. Overbearing self proclaims the god of all gods and goddesses. Zeus himself, But well, hot as hell nonetheless, but just as jerk.

When it was clear that I was seeing things, rather than a healer, this where my mother took me. Sages can see every thought. Read every memory, look into people’s souls and intentions. It’s how the original lines were chosen. They aren’t all knowing. Aren’t immortal and while they’re all rather prideful and do appreciate if not expect praise, it’s never been worship they’re after. They see all of us as cubs, as children by comparison to their strength and wisdom, but never put themselves in that category of gods. It’s us that do that. Hard not to, considering.

"Sir, what were you discussing with that legend? Have you finished your conversation? I would like to have a quick chat with him." Sage was surprised. "You call him a legend?" "Yeah. Seven of us just fought against him, but he still managed to defeat us all single-handedly. I wonder who he is. Sir, did you end up in a tie with him?" Sage replied arrogantly, "No, he gave up." "Sir, are you absolutely certain that he admitted defeat? None of the seven of us were able to defeat him. Is it possible that he stopped suddenly for some reason and didn't continue to fight you?"