A Deadly Wandering Novels & Stories

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?”

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

The Jared rogue camp, a festering wound upon the land, sat like a viper ready to strike at the heart of the kingdom. Anya, my lone whisperer in their nest, had promised whispers of discontent, rumors of a brewing coup within the rogue ranks. A charismatic warlord named Scar, Anya claimed, was amassing followers, his ambition gnawing at the fragile unity held together by the aging King Adolph. But were these whispers true, or merely another echo in the vast emptiness of the Deadlands?

Fyn visibly paled, "Wandering... souls?" "Wandering souls, yes," Havu slid of Fyn's waist and slithered on the ground towards the cliff on the edge of Kavan's cave. The cliff that was the reason behind the past brides' death. Fyn watched as Havu settled himself just by the edge. The serpent lifted its head and turned around to face Fyn, "Souls of those who died here trying to escape. And the forest simply did not know what to do with them. They were the unfortunate beings trapped inside because of the forest’s curiosity."

Waverly demanded; her eyes were laser focused on the staircase. Isadore's lip trembled, but she bit it back. "We've been experiencing weird things here lately…disappearances." "What do you mean 'disappearances?'" Sawyer asked pre-emptively. "Men of other packs, they've been vanishing, almost out of thin air. One day, they'll go into the Wandering Forest and never return. It's not until a few days later that we find their bodies." "Bodies?!" Waverly and Sawyer said at the same time. Isadore hushed them and nodded.

My fingers were flying across the mechanical keyboard, the rapid-fire clicking the only sound cutting through the damp room. I was entirely on my own now. Zero was gone. Leaving him at the canal bank had been the hardest thing I’d done since escaping Malakai, but I couldn’t afford a partner whose loyalty was bought by the Vance syndicate—even if he claimed he had changed his mind because he loved me. In our world, love was just a vulnerability waiting to be exploited. Access Denied. Security Protocol 9-Alpha Triggered. "Damn it, Kai," I whispered, slamming my palm against the desk.

Which makes a thought come to my head and I frown. “Everything okay?” Dylan notices and asks. “How did a rogue get past your security if you so easily caught up to us?” I ask the one question that is bugging me. Rogues are wolves that have been severed from their pack link, they have a terrible and rotting stench. To be exiled, you must have done something terrible and unforgivable. Not all rogues are bad since some are exiled because they lose control to their wolf, mostly when their mate dies.They usually travel alone,

Adrian checks his phone again: "Behind the gym." He knows it's probably a trap. Has known since the message came through on a burner app that deleted itself after he read it. But he's curious, and more than that, he's ambitious. If someone has information about the murders—real information, not the rumors and speculation that have been circulating through pack channels—then meeting them is worth the risk. His wolf is uneasy, pacing beneath his skin. She doesn't like this. Too exposed, too vulnerable. But Adrian is seventeen and immortal in the way all teenagers are immortal. He's survived this long; he'll survive this too.