White Snake Sage Novels & Stories

His shirtless torso is still on display, but I can’t even admire his muscles because the dried blood on his skin as well as the new scars distract me. My heart jumps again and climbs into my throat as Ms. Sage dips the end of an herb bundle into her small fire. Smoke rises and the sharp scent fills the air. The circle around me glows brighter, sparking with yellow light before it turns a deep purple. Ms. Sage waves her herb bundle around, muttering in a strange, yet familiar language that doesn’t make any sense to me. It reminds me of my mother and of how she would whisper little enchantments over the animals we would heal.

Shelves lined the walls, packed tight with vials, herb bundles, and handwritten labels that curled at the corners like they were tired of keeping secrets. I’d been here before. Once. But not like this. This time, I wasn’t looking for herbs. I was looking for proof. I moved shelf to shelf, fingers brushing glass and parchment. Bitterroot. Silverroot. Ghost thistle. Sleepberry. Burnt sage. Bone salt. Most were standard. Harmless, in the right hands. But some? Some were only used for wolves who needed to be silenced. I paused at a jar of Wormroot—crushed, sealed tight with a wax-stamped lid.

Even her nose was slightly beak shaped. Sage looked so similar to how she had always looked her skin was a light shade of green now and she smelled like wild flowers. It was calming just to be near her. She had a great affinity with plants though and said she could hear them talking, apparently the grass didn’t mind being walked on but the trees; they were whispering something to her that she refused to repeat. She showed that she could keep plants alive by just touching them and wrapped four vines on her, two around her wrists, and two around her ankles.

He didn't know about other ingredients, but he had an idea of Bloodsage. "No. It boosted its power," The examiner corrected. The information deepened his frown. "Bloodsage was a rare herb, found only in remote mountain ranges or special stores. As far as he knew, their territory was the only one in the entire region with a store that sold Bloodsage. After the meeting, he headed straight to the store that sold Bloodsage.

I couldn’t move or even process a thought because the wolf that was standing right in front of me was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was massive, elegant, and extremely beautiful. Its fur was silver, and it glowed under the sunlight like freshly fallen snow. Golden markings glowed across its enormous body, while ancient symbols flickered beneath the fur. And its eyes, those eyes looked otherworldly. I knew who this wolf was. It was the white sage wolf. The ancient, powerful wolf was only talked about in stories. It was a sacred wolf that only appeared once every thousand years during times of war and bloodshed.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Most of it went down her chest. “This isn’t working.” Sage cried when Nix started turning purple. Aarshon knew it was working just too slowly. Willow took a deep breath and then started to chant. As she chanted, she placed stones on Nix’s body. Over her chest, she placed an African Mystic Spirit Quartz. Then around it she placed Ammonite, bloodstone, citrine, and a few that Aarshon had never seen before. Once she was done, Nix was shaking from head to toe. The fever had broken, so Sage took the rags in to throw into the washer. Slyven came in to check on everyone. He had called Russell and told him that Sage was staying overnight. Willow seemed to be chanting faster this time, and Aarshon wo

"Not if you help me, Chloe. I have been using my own core and the power of the blood-contract to suppress the pup's aura, but my strength is failing. The morning sickness is getting worse. I need herbs. I need winter-sage and white-root from the medical dispensaries." "Winter-sage?" Chloe’s breath hitched. As an Omega maid who had spent years cleaning the infirmaries in the Moonlight Pack, she knew exactly what those herbs did. "Those are scent-maskers, Natalie. They are highly regulated in the Blackwood Pack. The doctors track every gram to ensure low-ranking wolves aren't hiding contagious silver-rot or forbidden suppressants."

I scanned the plants frantically, my eyes darting over leaves and stems, my fingers twitching. There. A patch of moonpetal, its delicate white flowers glowing faintly in the dim light. Its leaves, when crushed, could combat strong magical toxins. And over there, close to the wall, a cluster of sun-touched sage, its silvery-green leaves known to soothe and draw out foreign magical influences. I knelt, tearing at the soil with my bare hands, pulling up handfuls of the herbs, roots and all. My fingers worked quickly, efficiently. I didn't have much time. With my arms full of leafy greens, I burst back into the hall, the sounds of distress still ringing in the air. “Make way!” I yelled, my voice

“The White Wolf. A rare genetic throwback not seen in centuries. Not an albino. A true white, with eyes of winter sky or summer storm. Said to be born under a confluence of celestial events. Their blood is rumored to hold properties… healing, perhaps, or something more volatile. Their energy signature is distinct, a quiet hum beneath the skin, detectable only by the oldest or most sensitive wolves.” He looked up at me. “The legends say they were considered sacred. And then, they were hunted to near extinction. Because if their blood could heal… it could also be weaponized.” The words landed like stones in my stomach. A quiet hum. Is that what Saga felt? The static before the storm? “How do y