The Sage Force Novels & Stories

But there are two things she cannot force me to do anymore, even with all of this magic forcing me to act and speak with her will and words. She cannot force either myself or Sage to mate with her. Especially Sage. He is a virgin in every sense of the word and has no intention of mating with anyone but his mate. He is waiting for her, mourning her loss. I appreciate his strength and completely understand. I wish I had his willpower years ago.

Sage's werewolf form was a rare one as she was the first child of the two descendants of the Origin. In an instant, her gaze shifted towards us. Ingrid lifted her arm in front of me, halting me to advance towards my mate. That little movement caused Sage to growl at us then she dashed in our direction, obviously aiming for the kill. However, the chain halted her pace and once she noticed it, she broke those chains without any difficulty before surging back towards us once again. I was about to meet her halfway but the two witches shoved me instead, shutting the metal door behind us. Sage slammed against it, almost breaking it with formidable strength. The two deltas guarding outside immediat

she said at last. She watched as Damon grew silent, and she was painfully aware that he was going to turn her down like Derek had done, and she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Instead, to her amazement, he turned to his team, who were laughing about some joke. "Guys, Sage wants to join us," he stated simply. The slim one shook his head. "No, he can't." "Why?"

She floated up and looked at him. “You can't do it alone. You need to join hands with other packs. Find the red roger pack and the Purple Front pack. Only those two packs can help you with this attack. You Al have three days to come together if you don't want to lose more lives than this.” she said before vanishing into thin air.

With the keen, aching desire of her "You say you don’t play games, but you’re a master at it, Sage. In fact, I think you’ve been playing at them for so long you can’t remember how to be real anymore." Sage was hardly aware of his own movements as he whirled back on her with a furious roar. Distance closed in fractional seconds—a blink of time between the moment he’d been turned away from Sophie and the next, when he was bearing down on her like a train in motion, pushing her with both the force of his will and his body until they both slammed up against the closed door.

Julian and Will set up sentry turrets outside while I helped lower Callum onto a cot. “Can you patch him?” I asked, turning to the woman waiting in the shadows. Sage stepped forward, her pale hair tucked behind one ear, eyes like frost. “I’ve handled worse,” she said simply, and began laying out tools. Sage was an old contact. Ex-Cyphernet, burned by Calidus years ago and still quietly at war with them. She didn’t speak much — didn’t trust many people. But when she looked at Callum, something flickered in her expression.

After all the blood, the years, the searches, the ghosts—I had my mate back. The realization hit me all over again, sharp and blinding. Maya. The innocent girl I had tainted with experiences she hadn’t known how to name, had become Dora—who had looked at me like I was the embodiment of everything she despised—and finally had become Sage. Sage, who met my authority with sarcasm and fire, who had bent the laws of magic like they were suggestions. How did someone become that? How had she alone become three women with different dispositions, different fire? What refined her?

Growing up and training with Naya for over ten years reminded Sage how easily Naya became defensive when others touched her. “We’re near a border,” Sage said. “You’ve been unconscious since yesterday. I got the poison out so you don’t have to worry.” An excruciating pain shot through Naya’s leg. She glanced down. Sure enough, her leg barely made it intact. She looked at Sage and finally realized Sage was wearing an unusual clothing. “Someone gave this,” Sage said. Then she moved closer and said in a low voice, “It’s a small pack called the Onyx Pack. They only have ten members.”

I urge Vera as she helps to usher Sage in. Sage moves along, her deformed hands sweeping around the walls of stone to steady herself. At her age, the descent from high areas in the forest where she resides in a tiny cottage is dangerous, but she came anyway. She always does when the pack needs it. "How many now?" Sage asks, her blind eyes perceiving everything though they are veiled over. "Seven with active symptoms," I inform her grimly. "Three more with minor episodes. And it's spreading." Sage nods, as if she had expected this. She kneels beside Mack first, her knotted hands hovering over his lifeless body without touching him. Her lips shape a wordless spell, as she utters words in anoth

"They ran a company. Died young, left her loaded. She can't touch a dime till twenty-five. She's just working there now, 'training.' Pretty big deal—might hit a few hundred mil soon." Jake sounded unsure. "But it's her money. Can you actually take it?" Felicity scoffed. "Of course. We signed a joint will forever ago. Whoever dies first, the other gets everything. No family, no kids—it's all mine. I didn't stick around all these years for nothing. "Once I've got the company, I'll bring you in. Play it smart, and when I hit twenty-five, you're CEO." Jake grinned. "You're incredible. Being with you is the best thing that ever happened to me."