White Snake Sage Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but Kendrick’s deep voice cut through the silence first. “What do you seek from my city?” he asked, his tone clipped and impersonal. I swallowed hard. “We’re here to find the White Sage.” His expression shifted to confusion, a slight furrow of his brow before his lips twisted into a mockery of a smile. “The White, What?” Before I could answer, Simone spoke up, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. “It’s a rare herb that grows in hidden corners of the city. We need it for…”

Scrubbing my chin, my eyes found Selene once again. She was holding a bundle of leaves underneath Sage's nose for him to smell and a low unsolicited growl rumbled in my throat. I heard Cassius chuckle again. Right then Selene turned to glance in my direction, almost as if she could sense my gaze. Her smile was intoxicating as she turned toward me and held up the greenery. "Do you want to smell? It's an herb called Watermint," Selene said brightly. Cassius walked ahead and threw his arm around Sage's shoulder and spoke quietly into his ear, but I could still hear what he said.

"The barista was swamped. I helped." Her scent cuts through everything. Coffee. Herbs. The faint sweetness of her skin. Elara watches her like a wolf circling prey. "You knew these were ours?" "Of course," Sienna shrugs, casually. "Bitterroot blend. Wolves use it to stabilize after partial shifts. My professor says it comes from old Norse wolf-cults—Sköll and Hati used it in blood rituals before battle." She pauses, eyes bright with academic enthusiasm. "Though honestly, the biochemistry is more interesting than the mythology. The alkaloids bind to residual adrenaline and help prevent shift-shock. Brilliant, really."

“For now we watch and gather what we can. Rage alone will not free them.” She rose and called for Sendro and Laclam next. When the two men arrived, she had the sealed crate from the Whitefang delivery brought in and set on the table. “This is the new product the witches are circulating,” she said. “They’re calling it Wolfesia. The Blacklores are already using it. I need everything you can learn, ingredients, effects, how it works. Leave nothing unexamined.” Sendro and Laclam exchanged a single glance. Both nodded.

It is a poison for which there is no cure. “She was in her second night of childbirth,” Magnus continues just as quietly. “The healer here, made her a tea, but put the wrong sap in it.” “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “You never use the white sap in tea or anything to be eaten or drank. The sisters are backwards; the black tree produces white sap while her white sister makes black. Untrained healers will make the mistake not knowing that they produce the opposite.” As we enter the longhouse, he has to duck to enter, Magnus says, “I have been told that the black tree can also be used to camouflage a person’s scent.”

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

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

Kelda The scent of burning sage and sweetgrass filled my workshop, mingling with the musty aroma of ancient leather-bound books and worn parchment. My hands moved with practiced precision as I ground dried herbs in my mortar, the familiar motions helping to ground my racing thoughts. Each plant had been carefully chosen - lavender for clarity, wolfsbane for protection, and rowan berries for strength against dark magic. My healer's instincts told me we would need every advantage we could get.

One of the men said and after he finished, he removed his mask revealing tame black hair which were soft and in shinny waves, his bright green eyes pierced around and his strong jaw line and cheekbones complimented the rest of his body. Sage slumped to the ground making no move to get water or clean up, it bothered me that she wasn’t moving and seemed unbothered. I crouched in front of her and stared in her eyes as i watched her movement but she reamined still. I tunred around around to inspect the environment, there was a tree line few feet ahead, it was lined neatly and there was a much larger extension that reached back and far into the unknown, the top of the trees were lightly covered i

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.