Seven Sages Novels & Stories

“I have no idea what witchcraft is capable of, but I want to prevent her from influencing the rituals to her advantage.” “I assume you have thought this through,” I commented. “What's your plan?” Sage Nicolas never does half work, he is renowned for his steadfast dedication to completing all tasks with utmost thoroughness and precision. Before presenting any plans or ideas, he thoroughly develops them in detail beforehand, which I'm sure he has already done concerning this matter as well. It's apparent that Sage doesn't trust Xanne at all.

Drawing upon the information provided by the map, Severin muttered to himself, "Perhaps there are seventh-grade herbs on this planet too." He was a seventh-grade medium-rank alchemist, so any ordinary sixth-grade herbs were useless for him. Only seventh-grade herbs could ignite Severin's interest enough to warrant action. He hoped that the herbs on the planet ahead held sufficient quality to meet his exacting demands. It would be disappointing if all of them were sixth-grade herbs.

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

Each exchange had been at the meetings the leaders of the seven magics held once a century. We arrived quickly. Gabriel halted at the edge of Keening Forest. It was known for its giant pine trees, and hostile phantoms said to be able to make you crazy or hallucinate or both. Seeing one wasn't high on my list, but it was highly likely we would. Gabriel released me, allowing my feet to crunch against the dried grass. "This way," I said, wanting to get this over with before it began. "I don't know," Ryden said, her high voice quivering. "Are you sure this is necessary? I mean, can't you command Devoran to come to you?"

the court sage said, gesturing for him to sit down, Nathan sat, staring around before settling his gaze on the sage. “I need a book, to look out for a bird,” Nathan said, drawing forward, “you were attacked?” the sage asked and Nathan nodded, “what kind of bird is it?” the sage asked, his eyes piecing from his glasses, “a dark Raven, big and wide,” Alpha Nathan described scanning the books on his desk, “a dark Raven..” the sage repeated searching through the bI need a book, to look out for a bird,” Nathan said, drawing forward, “you were attacked?” the sage asked and Nathan nodded, “what kind of bird is it?” the sage asked, his eyes piecing from his glasses, “a dark Raven, big and wide,” Alp

" I winced, drawing in a jagged breath while my nails dug deep into my palms. I felt sick to the stomach as I took in their sycophantic expressions, which felt even more revolting than the salty, stagnant smell of the docks. Calvino gave me a slow once-over, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I guess she makes the cut. Just barely, though." He suddenly raised his voice, his tone turning sharply menacing. "I'll give it to you straight—Don Ariani is a germaphobe and a stickler for the rules. If she performs well tonight, your gambling debts will be cleared, but if she angers Don Ariani…" He then pointed toward the dark, bottomless water outside and continued, "I'll have you weighed down and tosse

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

the stranger asked. "Yes. Who are you?" "My name is Sage. I was once an Elder in the northern territories. Before the United Packs absorbed my pack." I straightened, suddenly alert. "You escaped?" "No. They let me leave. I was too old to be useful, and my questions were making others uncomfortable." She sat down heavily. "I came to warn you. The Enlightened are not what they seem." "We know they manipulate bonds. Create artificial happiness." "It is worse than that." Sage looked around nervously. "The Enlightened—they are not trying to create equality. They are trying to create an army."

Silence exploded. Nova's eyes widened. Little sister? Origin stared. For the first time in ages, she looked genuinely shaken. The traveler slowly closed their eyes. As though the worst possibility had just become reality. Nova looked toward them. "What does that mean?" The traveler answered quietly. "Because it is one of the Seven." The Graveyard fell silent. The Seven. The original creators. The ancient beings born before existence. The family Origin had spoken of. Nova's stomach tightened. Lyra immediately stepped forward.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.