A Deadly Wandering Novels & Stories

“These beings. They’re extra-dimensional. Coming through tears in the fabric of reality itself.” “The binding?” Celeste asked immediately, appearing on screen from her territory. “Is the Void breaking through?” “No. The binding is stable. I’d feel it otherwise.” She looked troubled. “This is something different. New.” “Or old,” Master Chen suggested, his ancient face grave. “Very old. I’ve been researching since the incidents started. There are legends about this. About beings from outside our reality. Travelers between worlds. They’re called Wanderers.” “Are they dangerous?” Kai asked.

Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city lights, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. As the saying goes, heaven watches over all. When they chose to harm others, they should have anticipated this outcome.

Both men were lost in their thoughts, each grappling with their own problems. Max had promised Diana he would leave the dark path. He had vowed to do anything to live a peaceful life with her. But each day, he found himself deeper in the underworld, unable to break free from the violent cycle. The guilt gnawed at him, but he felt trapped by his own decisions and the life he had chosen. Max accepted his fate, though it tormented him.

He reminisces. “What happened?” I suddenly want to know. “It was an unfortunate event that changed the villagers' perception of life. Jane once had a younger sister. She was playing with other kids that time. Everyone was so busy with the festival that they forgot to keep tracks of the kids. The children decided to explore the remote part of this town. Then afterwards we realized they were gone. We looked for them everywhere, and after ten minutes of searching, we found their lifeless bodies scattered on that part of the woods, with open wounds and blood everywhere.” Jordan pauses.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

She was furious that I was not begging her to use the system to save Antoine. Frustrated, Alyse said, “So? What does it matter if she’s dead? That’s not bad enough! Throw her body out to be eaten by the wolves!” After that, she turned to Linda. Her eyes glinted maliciously. “Right! Take this little wretch with you so she can watch!” Terror shone in Linda’s eyes, and her body trembled. She struggled frantically, but she was taken out into the countryside. There, a few mean-looking wolves were corralled over to her and Alyse.

so violent it simply cuts off the heads of these wolves He finished with them, so their cries rose, and everyone ran away from him His terrified eyes looked at Ardena to run towards her, making a sound in the ground from the force of his strikes to the ground Do not be afraid, my dear, for you have someone who can easily throw his soul to death so that your heartbeat can continue You have someone who is ready to become 'just a withered corpse' in order for you to bloom

A few women’s knees gave out, and they sank to the floor, muttering, “Why Tanond…?” I knew exactly why they were reacting this way. In my previous life, it was at this exact moment that the news had broken — massive numbers of tourists to Tanond had gone missing. They were rushing headlong into a deadly trap, risking almost certain death. All I could do now was pray that fate showed no mercy and none of them return. “Wait a minute.” A man with glasses frowned sharply. “Why did they all go, but you didn’t?”

They walked dark places, the blood of the living was their food and drink, and they brought doom to whoever crossed them. Their deadly teeth were ever ready to satisfy them and cause chaos, leaving nothing of their victims. Taking slow steps back as her fright grew bigger and bigger, Zaramanni positioned her sight on the man’s fangs which reminded her of King Darren’s killer wolf. She watched those teeth as though she could tell that they would soon come for her blood. She never stopped moving back, and she didn’t care where her blind walking led her to. She just wanted a chance to fight back and escape.

"See, that's where you're wrong. You don't know anything about being a rogue, do you? Come on, tell me. What do you think a rogue is? We were all told stories about them when we were younger. Trust me, it's far from the truth. Rogues aren't wanderers or simply packless. They have packs. They have territories. When a rogue is in a pack, he abides by certain rules and you'll be lucky if you come across one that's in a pack." "Like you?" "Of course," he said. He then added, "You're tremendously lucky, you know that? That cabin you squatted in belongs to someone. He's a rogue. They call him Deaddeer. You don't want to know why. He doesn't belong in a pack because he's part of the unsalvageable.