The Sage Force Novels & Stories

It took all Sage’s willpower to control his anger. “Eavesdropping again?” Sage asked. Lore only grinned wider. “Your new mission. Is Scarlet her name?” his grin widened. “She sounds delightful. Don’t worry, if you can’t finish her off, I will.” Sage wanted to kill him right then and there, with his bare hands. But he couldn’t. So instead, he forced himself to walk away, bumping Lore’s shoulder hard as he walked past him. Sage needed to stay focused. More than anything, he needed to divert attention from this girl.

Not only because she wants to, but because she literally has the means to stop him. Enter his best friend Sage Michaels. Sage is not only their childhood friend but is also their right-hand man under the Sy Clan, the second-in-command. He is also a proper and official business associate in their company, and that alone explains why he and his sister are always together. Sage and Nicole are the ones who handle the business trips that he refuses to attend.

Caleb glanced and immediately questioned, "Is this the one?" "It should be him." Sage watched as one by one, his subordinates went offline on the computer screen. His face contorted with anger. Sage shrieked, "You idiot!" "Sir, we were almost discovered by that man, so we had no choice but to log off." "Sir, who is he? He seems very powerful. I've never heard of him." Despite facing defeat, Sage refused to admit it. Instead, he swiftly implanted another code and prepared to launch a counterattack.

Richard yelled but The Sisters continued "This is unfair! I never choosed to be bad, you all made me this way! It is an abomination for a Sister to give birth to a male child but it's not my fault I was I birthed, it's not my fault my mother ran away with me preventing you guys from killing me at birth and it is certainly not my fault that I was born with greater powers than I could control!!!" Richard yelled as the fire burnt him "Stop the fire" I said to The Sisters

Instead, I caught her wrist mid-swing and held it, not hard enough to break, but firm enough that she couldn't pull away. "Sage," I said, keeping my voice level. "You're not thinking clearly." She twisted against my grip, her eyes blazing with a fury I don't recognize. I held steady. "Let her go," Vex said behind me, his voice cold. He wasn't defending me. He was simply stating a fact—we needed her cooperation more than we needed my pride. I released her wrist. Sage stumbled backward, still gripping the knife, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Milo had moved to her side, and I watched Sage's entire body language shift as her daughter touched her arm.

“Origin aside, her actions speak for themselves.” “Her actions were programmed,” Alpha James argues. “Were they?” Luna Diana leans forward. “If Cross could truly program behavior that precisely, why did Sage develop free will? Why did she go off- script?” Margaret’s confident expression finally wavers. “You can’t program free will,” Luna Chen adds. “You can’t create genuine love or authentic moral choice. If Sage has developed beyond her programming-and clearly she has-then she’s evolved past being a construct. She’s a person.”

If what it suggests is true, if the name signed at the bottom really authorized the extinction of the healing packs… Some truths change everything. And some enemies are closer than we ever imagined. But watching Sage move through combat sequences with growing confidence, seeing her strength bloom despite everything, I know one thing for certain: whoever tried to erase her legacy failed. They left one survivor. One heir to ancient power. I pull Sage closer under the guise of demonstrating a move, breathing in her scent of honeysuckle and rain. My mate. My miracle. We need to understand why the healing packs were really destroyed. Prove who gave the order to wipe them from history.

I shook it off quickly and kept moving. Deep within the dungeons of the White Wings pack, Sage stood before the restrained Kota warriors. The dim torches flickered, casting long shadows across the cold stone walls. His warriors had done a thorough job securing them—thick chains laced with wolfsbane restrained their limbs, ensuring they were too weak to shift or resist. Sage paced in front of them, his usually calm demeanor edged with something much darker. “You attacked close to pack members,” he began, his voice smooth but laced with danger. “That was your first mistake.”

I did as I was told and had just enough time to move before Ambrosia had shifted into a large golden wolf, she shook out her fur before her bright gold eyes fell on mine. I was shocked by how beautiful she looked, and how oddly good she matched Ambrosia. "You must be Sage." I said with a smile. A low growl came out before a huff. "Don't be rude to me Sage, Delilah wouldn't like that very much now would she." I snapped. "Why doesn't Delilah come out then?" Sages husky voice filled my head and I narrowed my eyes before images of the two of them training together. Sage is fast as hell, oddly flexible and has the ability to find weaknesses quickly. She is determined and hard working but stubborn

Astral War Sage had taken her time as she pulled her navy-blue fiat into Megan’s driveway. They had some practicing to do today, and Sage wanted to show her a few things on the computer. She knew that she would have to break into some sort of program before the night would be over, but she wasn’t prepared for what she would see. Opening Megan’s front door Sage was greeted by Sara running down the hallway barking and wagging her tail. Bending down Sage patted her head and watched as she went back toward the bedroom.