The Hidden Sage Novels & Stories

He is handsome, clean-cut, wearing a tailored shirt, sipping whiskey. “He looks normal.” Jessica follows my gaze. “No way. He’s not even going to notice you.” “Why?” “He’s Santiago. He’s fucking rich, girls trip and hoard over him like flies. And yet, he never allows anyone to come close except he specially calls for them. Gigi told me he’s an ass.”

Ginger applauded enthusiastically, her voice sweet as she exclaimed, "Wow, Sage, you're amazing!" Standing nearby, Rachel furrowed her brow in concern. "This situation doesn't look good. You need to retreat right away." "Why should I concede when I'm on the verge of winning?" "You've been deceived, dummy! He's about to uncover our secret hideout." Reacting swiftly, Rachel turned on her computer, her fingers moving deftly across the keyboard. Soon, alarms blared from Sage's computer, signaling an intrusion into his system. At that moment, Sage realized he had fallen into a trap.

So, the final trek to the rogue's hideout begins, there is no other way to reach them apart from on foot and the terrain is rough as we hack away at the dense undergrowth, these rogues sure know how to keep themselves out of sight. Thank God I picked these guys. They handle it with ease as they hack away at the overhang, making a path as we trek forward.

At first I was confused about why Killian would be hiding out at my place before I figured out it was exactly the perfect hide out place for him, no one would suspect him hiding out there, the last place anyone would think to look. All hope of seeing him one last time when we work on the project didn’t happen and I had to work on it alone and did the presentation all by myself. The teacher didn’t seem surprised when I went up to submit the project myself even though I had been scared to do so, afraid she might fail us.

Damon couldn't focus on the book in his hand, one question kept ringing over and over again in his head. What are you hiding, Sage?

I said, pointing ahead. The abandoned ranger station came into view slowly—half hidden by overgrowth and shadow. Boards nailed across the windows, the faded sign hanging loose on one chain. The place hadn’t been used in years. But Sage was smart. He wouldn’t stay in obvious places. He’d use ghosts to hide from the living, metaphorically speaking. We parked and moved in on foot. Kael sniffed the air. “Smoke. Fresh.” I nodded. “And fur. Close. He’s close.”

The secret vault. The ring. All of it. Love. Later that night Alicia found another envelope hidden inside the bottom of the box. So well concealed she'd missed it before. Her pulse quickened immediately. "Alex." He looked up. "What?" She held up the envelope. His eyes widened. "Well that's definitely new." The paper had yellowed with age. The seal was nearly brittle. Across the front were only three words. If you found her. Henry's handwriting again. Alicia carefully opened it.

Then “Send the location. The call ended. No extra words. Because both men understood something simple This wasn’t just business. A few hours later The jet was ready. Kael didn’t travel light. He never did. The moment he stepped onto the plane Everything shifted. From city noise To silence. Controlled. Private. His assistant handed him a tablet. “All details are here,” he said. Kael took it. Scrolled. The location Wasn’t in Paris. Far from it. An estate. Large. Hidden. Powerful. A place that didn’t just belong to anyone. He studied it carefully. Because something about this Felt intentional. Not just a meeting. A move. Hours later The plane landed. The air was different. Calmer. Quieter. A co

she spat back. Silence. And then, “The path to the truth does not matter. Whether it be the forest path or the smooth tar. You must see it where it hides. You must look beyond the mate bond you share and realize for yourself. Only then will you be free” Sage felt bitterness rise in her chest. She wished she could see who was speaking, she would strangle him to death. "If you claim that he's not to be trusted then how am I to trust a coward who won't even show me his face? Who hides behind the darkness cowering away from me?” Her tone was bitter and venomous.

Let her live a normal life, hidden from those who would exploit her gifts. The second letter, dated eight years later: *Carol, you’ve done well keeping Sage safe. But she’s growing stronger. Her powers are beginning to manifest. Soon, people will notice. When they do we need you to distance yourself. Make her think you don’t care, that she’s not important. It’s the only way to keep her truly hidden. Those seeking her are getting closer. If they find her, if they realize who she is, they’ll either use her or destroy her. Make her invisible. Make her forgettable. It’s the kindest thing you can do,*