Toad Sage Eyes Novels & Stories

Malisha frowns, sits down, and says, "Okay, what else?" He sits down opposite her, and she looks at his face. He really is good looking. "Close your eyes," he tells her calmly. "What do you see?" "Nothing," she replies. He rolls his eyes with a smile. "Try again. You should see something," he encourages. She is silent for a few moments, and she says, "I see a lavender." "Try and pull it out," he says. "It is stuck," she says. "The moment you can pull it out, then you will get what you are looking for," Sage says.

I breathed, my eyes looking on in wonder. My eyes grazed every vibrant petal, every crisp leaf, and every blade of grass. This small patch of earth was like a personal heaven, a private glade for Sage and her brooding son. "This, Aurora, is my ability." Sage beamed at the small slice of heaven, pride shining in her eyes. "Flowers are your ability?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away. "Not flowers." Sage chuckled, motioning for me to follow her.

Fenris had prepared a tincture for her and come to give it to him. Tova walked to her with the tincture in his hand. He cradled her head in his lap and then with the help of a spoon, made her drink it. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen—green emeralds with a thin black line encircling them. “Fenris…” she mumbled.

Sage blinked, stretching their hand toward the illustrative black wolf with purple eyes that made up my chest piece. It took me a second to piece it together. The tattoo on my right bicep was an illustrative forest that made a V in the mist with a lunar eclipse in the sky. It clicked when my brain caught up to Sage reaching for the wolf. Their wolf is named Eclipse. Did the wolf on my chest remind Sage of theirs? “Eclipse? Does your wolf look like this?” I asked, touching my tattoo. “Um… yeah. Exactly like this, purple eyes and all.” Sage nodded. “Can I…” They pointed at my tattoo.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

His voice trailed off and I got closer. “Taiyo Adair, light brown hair, amber eyes, Sage Adair, the witch, dark hair with green eyes. Lyrie Adair, light blonde hair, amber eyes, Aiden Adair, brown hair, amber eyes, Esumi Adair….” As soon as I took another step, his voice stopped.

Sage continues to cry and writhe in his hands. “How much longer until the pain subsides?” I ask. My tone laced with anger and rage. I feel my claws sliding out, the need to get revenge is intense. “She should be okay by now. She is probably still in a state of shock.” Darius says, reaching for Sage, but Tobias growls at his friend, pulling Sage even closer to him. Taking a closer look at Tobias, his eyes are now vacant, they are a dark blue, almost black, showing that his wolf is completely forward. Tobias has receded.

When Billy took a step forward, she immediately sensed his presence and turned to him. “Jeffrey’s a little worried,” Billy said. He glanced up, trying to see what Sage had been staring at so intensely. Sage moved closer, blocking his sight. “The herbs I took are here. You can use them for those wounds.” Billy smiled, “Thanks, Sage.” Sage gave a small nod. Still a bit curious, Billy proceeded to ask, “Is there something in that cave near the waterfall? You’ve been staring at it for a while.” “Ah, that.” There was both interest and disinterest in Sage’s eyes before she let out a small sigh, “It’s nothing. I thought I saw a shadow appearing in that direction.”

I helped steady her as she rose, noticing the fresh tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. Lastly, I moved to my friend, Maeve who had the saddest eyes of all, a dark brown that pools that seemed to hold the weight of the world now. As he opened them slowly and saw our grim surroundings, dread filled his gaze. "I know bro, I know..." I said quietly. "But, it's time to wake up."

I'd come home exhausted, clothes torn and hands bleeding, but I kept going because Marcus's trading post was drowning in debt. Last month alone, I made $30,000 from selling winter bloom herbs - money that barely kept his business from collapsing. His trading post had lost over half a million in bad deals, and my herb sales were the only thing keeping the creditors away. Now he had the nerve to blame my herbs for Noah's condition? Pushing aside my anger, I broke every speed limit getting to the healing center, carrying Noah straight to emergency. The pack healer's face turned grave after examining Noah. "Mrs. Anderson, your son has ingested battle sage - an enhancement herb meant for adult wa