The Hidden Sage Novels & Stories

For someone who prided herself on being politically savvy, she seemed remarkably slow when it came to reading the writing on the wall. But then she stepped to the side, revealing someone who had apparently been trailing behind her – a woman I didn't recognize. The newcomer was older, probably in her sixties, with silver-streaked hair pulled back into a practical bun and kind eyes that held the wisdom of decades. "Alphas," the woman said, offering a respectful bow of her head. "I'm Helen, the oldest royal healer, and Alpha Caelum sent me to examine Trinity to make sure she's alright."

“HAIKAL!!!” Feby squealed loudly as soon as she felt the heat on her son's forehead and neck. The woman rushed to carry her baby out of the room. She no longer cared about the surgical wound across her stomach. “Why, Sis?” asked Sukma, who was just about to say goodbye to go home. “Haikal's body is hot. Tell Zaki to come here.” “Zaki isn't home yet, Sis,” Sukma replied later. “I'll call Mom, okay?”

Hazel's clear voice rang out across the hall. Rhonda stepped forward, her long legs carrying her to the front of the crowd. Her voice was thick with resentment. "Listen to me! The Sage isn't just impotent—he has a deep, visceral hatred for women. He doesn't even dare to touch one. He's not a man at all. Hell, he's not even half a man. "Every year, he uses every filthy trick in the book to abduct beautiful women and keep them by his side just to prove his masculinity to the world. The more he lacks, the more he has to flaunt it."

At least some of my father’s teachings had kicked in. “Well, that’s a surprise,” Prince Kai said. “Where are you from?” “I’m from the Hobbs Pack, your Highness,” I said. “My father is the Alpha.” He looked even more surprised, and I tried not to take offense. I knew what people thought when they looked at me, especially when they got a look at my sister first. At least Stephanie wasn’t here. “Do you have a mate?” I forced myself not to react. “The screening investigated my background, your Highness,” I reminded him. “I have no Chosen. I wouldn’t have passed the screener if I did.”

"Do you know the price I paid for this?" Marcus clutched his face, stunned speechless. "The Vanguard family, can you hear me?" "In front of them, what are the Castillos? What are the Salentos?" He pointed a trembling finger at Marcus. "And you, you idiot, you've thrown away a golden opportunity!" His voice cracked with despair, tears finally spilling. "Father." Marcus's voice was barely a whisper. "I truly didn't know her identity…" "You didn't know?" Julian scoffed. "There's a lot you don't know!"

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."

Someone had spent years building a case against Asher. She flipped through the remaining pages faster now. Everything was organized and dated. Nothing looked accidental. Then a single receipt slipped free and landed across her knee. Hospital payment confirmation. Outstanding balance...Paid in full. Her eyes moved to the payer's information. Most of the name had been covered with thick black ink. She leaned closer. The ink hadn't completely hidden the signature beneath it. Only two things remained visible. L. Grimhollow. Teresa's grip tightened around the paper. The study door opened. Footsteps crossed the hallway...

Sara ushered him to the dimly lit table where a crystal was glued to a single spot on a map of Transylvania. "She's in a place called Hoia Baciu Forest, a famously believed haunted forest in Romania. In the centre of the forest is an ancient castle hidden with a powerful spell, so this castle has been hidden for centuries," Sara explained and showed him pictures. The forest was eerie and yes, definitely creepy. In one of the photos was a bird's eye view of the forest and as Sara said, in the middle of the forest was an empty field, most likely where the castle was. It's no wonder that no human has ever discovered it by accident, Dmitri thought, because surely Madeline does have the power to

Niffa remembered what was indicated in the magic book she read. “I believe he wasn’t the one who was sealed. He is a sorcerer, a white-eyed sorcerer,” Niffa said as the old man’s face seemed to be recalling something from his mind. “Merfoy?” he gasps. Niffa was shocked. “You knew him?” she asked. “No, but I just heard his name,” he answered as he turned his back from her. He seemed to be hiding something. “I knew you know him right?” Niffa asked approaching him from behind.

“There is more.” Grayson turns to look at him sharply. “What now?” Sage hesitates for a second. “I saw something in the archives”. Beatrix’s voice sharpens. “What kind of something?” Sage exhales. “A ritual that requires a hybrid.” Grayson is not shocked by Sage’s words which makes Sage surprised. “You already knew.” “We did. The ritual wants the most powerful people they can get their hands on,” Grayson replies with a grim expression on his face.