How Does Wandering Witch: The Journey Of Elaina End?

As a child, Elaina Mason lost her parents to the darkness. Orphaned, the girl was taken in by the brethren, raised to be one of their elite. Now at twenty-two, Elaina is no longer that same, weak child who could only watch as everything she loved went up in flame and ash. She comes forth with the help of her comrades to protect what she now holds dear and wreaks vengeance and havoc against the dark days ahead.

I choose you; I branded you; you are Mine! His wolf calls her his Luna, but Xavier hates witches. Still, they are bound by the past, by fate, and maybe something more. Elina is a small-town witch who is ready to graduate and see the world, but when she starts having dreams about the Alpha of the largest pack in town, her world turns upside down. Mine! He screams at her, but she does not want to be his. "I will not spend my life living amongst dogs." Xavier is hot-tempered and the next Alpha of the Chehalis pack; he has his life all planned out and his luna already chosen. Are is she? Because his wolf calls another woman his queen, and it's the mouthy little witch he can't stop thinking about.

"This is English Version of 'Perjalanan Si Gadis Penyihir Angin' novel". Alisa Garbareva, a Karelian girl who was rescued by nurses from a burning village, has to live her miserable life in an orphanage. Fortunately, she has a loyal friend who accompanies and helps her at all times, her name is Floria Fresilca from the Vitanian. The closeness between the two leads them to a bond of friendship between the two warring ethnics. Unfortunately, their friendship did not go well. The brutal attack of Vitanian witches on the orphanage caused the two to be separated. Eight years have passed. Alisa, who is now attending in Kartovik Girls High School, is living her new life as a student, and is being chanted to become a magical girl who is required to carry out various missions ordered by the school. One of the missions turns out to be successful in bringing her together with her past friend, Floria, who is now the Vitanian magical girl. “What happened to you, Flo?” Alisa's encounter with her past friend leaves a big mystery about what really happened between Karelia and Vitania. Will they be able to solve the mystery and bring peace to their country?

Elaine was born in a world where magic is a death-sentence and would do anything to keep her head attached to her shoulders. As the top of her class at the Artharian Royal Academy she is destined to be a great knight upon graduation, until a book called, The Magicae threatens everything she's built. Inside the book every person's name, location, and their specific magical ability is written. Elaine must steal her page from the book to stay safe. When the heist goes awry it is up to Elaine and her best friend Andrew to outrun a gorgeous, but dangerous, knight named Tristan. His soul purpose? To destroy everything she stands for.

They say the wolf witches are extinct. They’re wrong. She is the last of her kind—bound to the world as a ghost after her coven was slaughtered and her power buried with their bones. Neither alive nor fully dead, she haunts the edge of the packs’ territory, feeding on moonlight, rage, and unfinished vengeance. She was meant to fade into legend. Then she meets him. A ruthless Alpha cursed by blood and fate, feared by his enemies and obeyed by his pack. He should not be able to see her. He should not be able to touch her. Yet his presence drags her spirit closer to flesh, awakening a bond that was forbidden even when she was alive. He needs her magic to survive. She needs his body to return. Each night, the line between ghost and woman thins. Desire turns violent. Power turns addictive. And the bond between them threatens to resurrect an ancient war—one the world tried to erase by killing every wolf witch that ever existed. Because if she fully returns, she won’t just save him. She’ll reclaim her power. And the packs will bleed for what they did. She is the last wolf witch. And loving her has always been a death sentence.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.