The Hidden Sage Novels & Stories

Sage has always been careful, but who would have thought the maid he trusted would be the one to un-alive him? Ironic, right? He barks out a laugh and then swallows the lump in his throat. He’s almost at her chambers when he sees movement; his eyes narrow as he stops just as her door opens and she steps out. She's wearing a long black hoodie that hides most of her face and form. Sage watches as she takes the opposite way, and she moves quickly, without glancing back. Sage frowns. Where the hell is she going dressed like that? Curiosity takes hold of him, sharper than his anger, and he follows quietly, keeping a very long distance from her. Now, Sage might be very loud, but he can be quiet wh

He didn't think that the Great Sage would actually be tricked by that brat, Yang Xiao. He was speechless. "It's fine. You just have to remember that his name is Yang Xiao. The next time you meet him, you must teach him a lesson, understand?" "I understand." The Great Sage didn't dare to retort and immediately nodded. The young man nodded. Then, everyone saw a flash, and he vanished. The Great Sage wanted to chase after him, but unfortunately, he couldn't. He could only walk out with the help of the head of the Sword-hidden Villa, muttering to himself as he walked.

Through broken connection, I continue reaching for Sage, pushing against whatever barrier muffles our bond. "Son." My mother approaches where others dare not, maternal authority allowing proximity my beast might reject from anyone else. "The royal quarters... there's something you should see." The journey to our private chambers passes in a blur of rage and fear, my senses hyper-focused on a faint thread still connecting me to Sage. Alive. Still alive. The mantra repeats with each heartbeat, only certainty preventing complete descent into primal fury. In Sage's private study, Helena indicates scattered papers beneath the overturned desk – evidence of guards' desperate search for any clue to

“One call, and your husband’s grave will be brought to you. You’re lucky we gave him a decent burial since he was once a respectable man.” Her shaky exhale gave her away. I could tell she was scared, and she damn well should be. But I had to admit, her risk had paid off. “You should come with me,” she said suddenly, turning toward the counter. “Where?” “To find your Sage.” “Just one Sage?” I frowned. “I thought they were a family.” “They were,” she replied. “But not anymore. Only one remains alive and I heard of him when he was born but no one’s seen him since. He hid his presence minutes after his birth. No one has been able to track him since then.”

In the past hundreds of years, people had never heard of any news of the successors of the Hidden Fragrance Peak being killed! But now, a master whose strength nearly came up to the level of the Sage Realm died in the wilderness. Moreover, the murderer was extremely arrogant, leaving big words on the ice sculpture of the corpse—An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth！ Countless masters rushed to the scene of the incident for observation. In the wilderness, countless thrilling traces of the battle were left. It could be inferred that the sage of the Hidden Fragrance Peak didn't care much about his traces being discovered at first, but after the fight, he suddenly found that he couldn't stand u

The sage's message became a guiding light, illuminating her path as she navigated the twists and turns of life's enigmatic tapestry. With each passing night, Zelda continued to place sage beneath her pillow, honoring the ancient ritual that had become a sacred part of her routine. And as she delved deeper into her dreams, she discovered a wellspring of wisdom and guidance, unlocking the hidden truths that had long eluded her grasp.

Lore raced through the air, following the Hudson, heading toward where he knew Sage must be. There was only one place Sage could be if he wasn’t at Scarlet’s side: the recharging stone. Of course Sage would go there. It made perfect sense. Sage, the stupid romantic that he was, refused to feed on humans, to suck out their energy, and he would be weaker than the others of their kind. He would need energy, especially with them all dying, and especially if he wanted to spend his last days with Scarlet before he died.

I asked, rushing to her side. She pointed to a passage in the book, her hand trembling slightly. “Look at this.” I leaned in, squinting at the faded text. It was written in a mix of Old Tongue and Latin, but Althea quickly translated. “The Hidden Coven,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “was formed centuries ago by a group of witches seeking to escape persecution. They vowed to protect their secrets at all costs, even from their own blood.” She paused, her eyes scanning the page.

Even though they walked only for a few minutes, Win has a feeling that this chamber is located a great distance away from the rest of the base, and possibly several meters underground. The door has complicated, intricate wrought iron designs welded onto its flat surface. Win identifies only some of the million shapes such as braids, tree branches, strange animals and Celtic knots. The aura emanating from the door is ancient and overwhelming. He can almost feel invisible strands of magic reaching out, touching every atom of his being.

Ambrosia POV: This morning I woke up earlier than everyone else, I showered and dressed in black tights because I knew what I would be doing today. I braided my hair back tightly and walked down to the basement, I wanted to spend a little time with my siphon to see if I could somehow connect with it a little more. While I was walking through the basement my mind was trailing off. "What do you think Sage? You've been a little quiet through all of this." I said through our link. "Well I have been doing research of my own." Sage replied. "What do you mean you have been doing research on your own?" I asked. "Sit down next to your siphon and close your eyes." Sage grunted. It is too early for her