Who Is The Sage In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

“That’s Borg: the Guardian of Cinders. He wields black fire capable of incinerating anything in seconds. His role is to guard the ritual site and prevent detection.” For a moment, I wondered if Borg might be one of Vane’s closest allies, remembering the burning sensation when Vane took my heart. Caspian lifted another photograph. “I’ve seen him before, during the attack on the Crystal Ice pack. He was the ice sorcerer who cleared the way for the fire sorcerers.” “That’s Sariel: an illusion specialist. He can deceive even the sharpest werewolf senses, concealing their movements.” “No wonder I couldn’t detect them back then,” Caspian muttered.

"And who or what do you think is responsible for the revege she is soighting?" As if suddenly realizing, Sage's body collapsed as he lt out a soft sigh. "Deceit..." he trailed off and said, "It's Sapphire." His thoughts were clear now. Sapphire was the one who always got in the way and manages to find any means to bring them both apart. "But how?" he asked with creased forehead. "Shape shifting." Sage let out a silent scoff, finally making sense of everything and he clenched his hands into a fist. Kyra was right all along, he thought.

"Sage, what's wrong?" So this was Sage, Luna's Beta. I'd heard about her, a legendary fighter who'd never lost a battle.

“She’s lucky. If she ever finds out about me, I’ll ruin her. No woman messes with my bag.” “You're safe. I’ve got this under control.” She sipped slowly, then turned around. “Good. Because I want that Chanel dress next. The one with the gold straps.” Rumero laughed. “Baby, you’ll get it all. Dresses, heels, bags. Just let me keep draining the dumb fool” Tamara walked back to him, slid the drink into his hand, and whispered, “And in the end… we disappear, right? With all the money?”

I could hear how painful he had felt while saying those words. Sage looked at me with watery eyes. I know he’s hurt to see me like this. I could feel his emotions deep in his amber eyes. He was nothing like the others, he can feel. I could see warmth in him. Unlike Sage, the others were as dead as corpses. Sage is almost human, as human as me but he chose to be Ambrose’s puppet. For that, I cannot forgive him. A coward, that’s what he chose to be. I stared at him blankly, “I will take my leave now,” Sage looked at me again but I chose to ignore him.

Younger, without scars and with a lucid look, but if she is not your mother, she is certainly your relative. The tears ran down Kat's face again, and her legs gave out. Micky and Alex have to support her. - Sorry for being direct. I haven't yet learned to be tactful. My name is Sage. Until yesterday, I was a spy for Alpha Thomas at the Council. Kat advances until she is in front of Sage. She holds out her hands and holds Sage's hands. Sege's hands were calloused and much larger than hers. Kat looked like a child holding her mother's hand.

Rosella closed her eyes and the fire enveloped her. She could still hear Akayla’s cackles in the midst of the flames and when she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see that the fire was not burning her. “Rosella!” Rosella turned around at the sound of the familiar voice and she barely resisted the urge to scream. It was no other than Sage, her mentor that had gone missing a long time ago. “Sage?” Rosella cried. “How? What are you doing here?”

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."