A Deadly Wandering Novels & Stories

“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

But here I am, at the parking lot with Rory, about to begin this tour. I was freaking out, for different reasons of course. It was enough that I had to be social for God-knows how long. Add the fact that I had to do this with Kenzie. This tour might basically be the last thing I do before my life comes to an end. I heard Rory mention something about Crown Academy's President studying here ... And just my luck, it happens to be Connie. If Kenzie doesn't kill me out of spite or whatever, then I'm pretty sure Casey will. Either way,I'm a dead girl walking. I'm actually starting to consider the fact that I might be some sort of bad luck magnet or something. When people out there are attracting l

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."

Obligichaun remarked this while stamping his foot. And they fled before, not daring to go to fight on Shedimoore's behalf; and they hid in secret spots in the mountains, having no contact with other men, but gradually dwindling in the desolate hills. And the fear of the wandering dead haunts that hill and any other location where those folks lingered. But they have no choice but to walk that route because no one else is alive to assist them. Are in a standing position. 'Come! 'He shouted out and pulled his staff, which sparkled in the dim light of the twilit hall. 'Welcome to Shedimoore! I'm looking for dead people's paths. Come with me who will! '

It was a lie I Can hear steps and according to that, I Can assume how many people are there inside the camp? “What’s that?” I asked. “A patrolling checkpoint.” she informed me. “Looked more like a refugee camp!” “Yes, you are right, but sort of! The patrolling team found a rogue werewolf, and they were brought here first!” “What is a rogue werewolf?” I scrunch my brows. “A werewolf without any identity or abandoned by a pack who is roaming on other pack’s territory. They could be harmless and dangerous.” “Sounds interesting! But dangerous?” “Those who were abandoned by packs or exiled from their packs become ruthless and dangerous as they hunt other werewolves. They were arrested by the othe

Some were dealing with or preparing for the unexpected loss of a loved one, and others were searching for their destined route on a road map previously unwritten. In the end, they all came out of it. While not unscathed–still forever and ever grateful for the lessons learned; Finding themselves, and one another. Hollis Bogard and Whitney York, along with everyone connected to them, turned out to be the ultimate proof of the famously beautiful statement “not all who wander are lost.”

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.

Under the high collar of the shirt, the warmth of Malakai’s mouth still burned on my lips, a phantom heat that seemed entirely out of place in the wet, dark wasteland of the shipyard. I checked my wrist terminal. 00:23:14 Time to target: 06:46 I had six minutes to reach the rusted shipping container in Sector 4, secure the medical drop from Zero, and get back before Malakai’s fever spiked again. He had promised to stay on the cot, but I knew the man too well now. He wouldn't lie still. He was a predator who had just discovered his mate was a wolf, not a lamb. I moved with absolute silence, a shadow among shadows. I bypassed the main shipping lanes, sticking to the narrow lanes between stacke