A Deadly Wandering Novels & Stories

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

Tadhg Walter, the dark demon, not only covered the Moonlight Elite Cultivatorerpent through the boat, but also covered it with six other piercings, including the Frost Griffin. Tadhg Walter knows that at this moment, even if one of them is discovered, it is like everyone being discovered, at this time, especially the community is going backwards. Moreover, Divine Overlord can still leave, these power users will die without a doubt, Tadhg Walter does not have such confidence now, can survive among millions of races. All of them wanted to wait until they entered the Creatureverse to stay inside.

"You had to have known that going on the run would have put everyone in danger." "I did." He nodded. "My plan was to get them out of state and hopefully to a pack that could help. Some of the packs in Colorado have healers or connections to witches. I couldn't be sure, but my hope was one of them would know what to do." Lucas did speak immediately. His eyes were transfixed on Omar but nothing on his face gave away what he was thinking or feeling. Omar had met plenty of Alphas in his brief time on earth but none of them set him on edge quite like Lucas Wolfe. He was cold and calculating with perfect precision. Yet his rage was as hot as magma, scorching and destroying everything in its path.

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

They wander through the deep, Dark and scary forest Unsure of where exactly they should go They must keep going ‘Cos danger is lurking And slowing down can be fatal Even at the sight of solace Tragedy strikes again We watch our heroine cry As she loses one more treasure -PenaciousShewa

"Are you so determined to get yourself killed?" "I didn't know it was dangerous." I say, prickling. "It was a damn puppy before it turned into that monster." "Even if it was a human baby, you were supposed to stay in camp!" He snarls and I glare at him, unable to appreciate the truth of his words. "Have you no idea how close you got to being mauled to death just now? That was a Teberaus lost wolf. They are unhinged creatures that lure travelers deep into the woods and nothing of them is ever found."

"Dorathy and Cade's plane didn't go down by accident. It was a targeted attack." He lets that settle before continuing. "Two. We gave them a funeral, but their bodies were never recovered. They're missing. Presumed dead." Andrea's face goes pale. "And three." His voice drops lower. "A very dangerous man has escaped our custody, someone with a specific grudge against your parents. We're sending you to Preston Academy to keep you away from him and anyone else who might come looking." She opens her mouth. He raises a hand. "No questions. This isn't a negotiation."

Baylor was eying me suspiciously, “Why would he do that?” I scoffed as I returned my gaze to Lady Cecile who was still searching my eyes. “It’s a Werewolf Tradition, it’s called The Wandering.” “The Wandering, of course,” Lady Cecile beamed, “Only Michael would be cocky enough to carry one out during wartime.” “We cannot afford to fail this time around, there can be no mistakes,” I said. “Of course… this is the best chance we will ever get,” she concurred. “What is The Wandering?” Baylor asked.