White Snake Sage Novels & Stories

Meph brushed the topic off, “And it better come out legendary, okay? I don’t want any more surprises.” “At your service, my lord,” The snake bows in a funny way, and the Soul Seal broke with its color changing from white, green, blue, purple, all the way to black. “Why is it black?” Meph frowned. “Black is the color of the top quality, legendary,” The snake said with absolute certainty, “It’s the same color as me. Isn’t it beautiful?” That’s because you were also devilish. “I don’t mind the color,” Meph waved a hand indifferently, “What does it do?”

“Okay, Shaman Aaliyah.” I stick my tongue out at her and rummage through my bag for my red blood sage and lighter. Anybody that knows me knows I am very spiritual it stems from my Asian roots. I cannot start over without burning sage to dispel any residual negative energies in the area. I use the lighter to light the red blood sage, then blow out the flame. It starts to emit its medicinal smoke, and I walk around the entire property sageing it three times, infusing it with the warmth of the red blood sage :one of the strongest sages, with roots firmly etched in Asian mythology. It is known for its spiritual and protective abilities.

Both men turned to her, surprise evident on their faces. "What is your first name?" Marcus asked, his voice suddenly hushed. Casey hesitated, then sighed. "Sage. My grandmother insisted on it, said it was a family name. I never liked it—too formal. Everyone's called me Casey since kindergarten." "Sage," Xaihuang repeated, his bronze eyes widening. "The herb of wisdom and purification. Used in ancient dragon rituals to cleanse magical pathways." He laughed, a sound like coins clinking together. "Your grandmother knew exactly what she was doing."

All was not lost. Abertha stopped trying to teach me prognostication and spellcraft, and we focused on growing shit and foraging for the big three. Basically, there are tons of useful plants, but there are three that are worth their weight in gold—dragon tongue, wolf’s bane, and ashbalm. Dragon tongue is like a drug, similar to steroids, and it grows under very specific conditions—like when the moon is in the seventh house and there’s a red sky in morning. It’s a hassle to harvest, but it funds Abertha’s extravagant and mysterious lifestyle.

No one returned the same. But the scent… I knelt beside a strange herb, unlike anything I had seen in my studies. Its leaves glimmered like liquid silver, and the stem pulsed with an eerie blue glow. I knew this was not just rare. It was sacred. The kind of herb that only grew where magic still slept. "What are you?" I whispered, reaching forward. The moment my fingertips grazed the stem, a rush of wind spiraled around me. The flowers bowed as if in reverence. My wolf howled inside my head. And then—

When he was completely naked, his bones started cracking and he soon stood tall in his huge black wolf with piercing golden eyes. Shift. He mind linked me. I took off my clothes, teasing him slightly, and he let out a warning growl. I smirked while I continued and shifted into my wolf. Snow is completely white and huge. I was about 6 ft. in my wolf form but Alex still towered me by a few inches. His wolf was beautiful, screaming power and the aura he was giving off clearly showed that he is someone not to be messed around with. His wolf's name is Aaron, Snow told me.

"Moonflower essence is the easiest, expensive but available through proper channels if you know who to ask. I can get you that by tomorrow." He pointed to an empty slot in the case. "Dragon's blood resin requires travel to the Scorched Peaks. Three days' journey minimum, through territory that doesn't welcome outsiders. The dragon there don't take kindly to strangers." "I'll handle it." "Will you now?" He raised an eyebrow. "And the silver sage? Only grows in cursed ground where dark magic was performed. Blood rituals. Death magic. The kind of places even experienced witches avoid." He closed the case with a snap.

“Yes, little moonlight?” I walk over and set a neatly torn piece of paper in front of him. He lifts it with one hand and studies the names scribbled across it. “Herbs,” I say, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Ones I remember. Some are already here, like the white sage, burdock root, and calendula, but I need more. These are rare, but I can’t complete the healing grid without them.”

the court sage said, gesturing for him to sit down, Nathan sat, staring around before settling his gaze on the sage. “I need a book, to look out for a bird,” Nathan said, drawing forward, “you were attacked?” the sage asked and Nathan nodded, “what kind of bird is it?” the sage asked, his eyes piecing from his glasses, “a dark Raven, big and wide,” Alpha Nathan described scanning the books on his desk, “a dark Raven..” the sage repeated searching through the bI need a book, to look out for a bird,” Nathan said, drawing forward, “you were attacked?” the sage asked and Nathan nodded, “what kind of bird is it?” the sage asked, his eyes piecing from his glasses, “a dark Raven, big and wide,” Alp

he asked. “Oh, there is a little shop close to here, just on the next street you will find what you are looking for there.” She told them and Xavier smiled at her. “Thank you.” They paid for their drinks and left. “Why would you want sage?” asked Zande confused as to why his friend would need sage. “Because sage and herbs like that are mostly sold by witches. Am sure we will find a witch that can help us when we get there.” Zande nodded impressed by his friend.