A Deadly Wandering Novels & Stories

"So I am not just your secret girlfriend. I am your secret supernatural mate that could ruin your father's political plans." "Yes." "This keeps getting better and better." I pressed my palms against my eyes. Tried to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. "Am I in danger? Because of this bond or whatever it is?" Nate's jaw tightened. "I do not know yet. The fact that rogues have been circling the area is concerning." "Rogues?" I dropped my hands. Stared at him. "What are rogues?" "Wolves without packs. They have either been exiled or chose to leave. Most of them are unstable. Dangerous. They do not follow pack law and they are unpredictable."

I didn’t want to make excuses or blame anyone else, either. The responsibility belonged to me, and I was going to carry it. I folded the document, then looked directly at Lily. “Blood Moon has considered execution, but death is mercy,” I revealed, and a ripple ran across the crowd. Lily finally looked up, and I could see the fear evident in her eyes. I knew why she was scared, though, because she knew exactly what was coming. The Deadlands. It was a supernatural wasteland beyond recognized pack territories. A place wolves whispered about but rarely discussed openly.

"I am called the Wanderer. I have traveled across the void between worlds, searching for the one who carries the bridge." "You have found her." "Yes. I have found you. And I have come with a request." I did not trust the Wanderer. There was nothing hostile in its demeanor, nothing threatening in its presence. But I had learned that appearances could be deceiving. The most dangerous enemies were often the ones who arrived with smiles and polite requests. Kael moved to stand beside me, his hand resting on the blade at his hip. "What request?" The Wanderer's starry eyes shifted to him. "I seek passage. The void between worlds has grown thin in recent seasons. The bridge has made it possible to

There are far more dangerous things to worry about when you are alone and five months pregnant in no man's land. There was a reason we were warned as kids never to wander out of pack territory; even as adults, it is never advisable unless a pack member is going into the human town, which would mean they would take the safer routes that led out of the pack. No man’s land was a neutral territory, which meant anyone who wandered out was on their own to fend off whatever threat was out there. I was alone with no pack protection, and the only thing that had got me so far out here was Levana’s quick wit and her plan that we travel closer to the territory of the werewolf packs they were out here. B

I froze. “What?” Realizing what she’d just let slip, Josie looked at Milton in a panic. “You messed up an ‘Embrace’ before?” I pressed. “It… it was just an accident…” Josie stammered. A memory flashed in my mind. Years ago, a group of new fledglings had collectively lost control, turning into blood-crazed monsters. I was away, dealing with an artifact, and the clan had to handle the emergency. By the time I returned, three of them had been executed, and a dozen elders were spiritually scarred.

You don’t need to worry about me anymore. A light breeze brushed past, lifting my hair, like my mother gently stroking my head. After visiting the grave, I drove through downtown Boston. While waiting at a red light at an intersection near Copley Square, I saw a familiar figure. Dante. He was sitting in a wheelchair, huddled alone in the shadows at the street corner, a tattered blanket draped over his body. Boston’s autumn wind swept fallen leaves across the ground. He looked frail and desolate, the once-overbearing aura of Don's dominance completely gone.

Maybe someone will appear in front of me and cause me to be shocked and tremble so that I can't kill because my knees are weakening that was comes to my mind as I continue to walk. I took a deep breath and turned back on the road "They're close, we need to hurry" Heark said behind us. "Run!" Gavin shouted at us There we are again and running The red eyed dead have other classes, some can climb like a lizard or any other animal, others are also running, sleeping and walking and the walking half, so I was more worried that someone might jump on us from the top. It is surrounded by tall buildings. I was so disappointed when I realized that we were at the end and the only thing we could see was

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

He wanted to put some fear in me. I knew about those and they were equally dangerous but nothing as dangerous as what was beyond the mountains. I tried my best to look frightened. "Heard Alpha Abbadon say even the wanderers sometimes group together to form larger groups, numbering as large as 100 werewolf wanderers!" "If we ever encountered such, we will clearly be outnumbered but hopefully not outwitted!" He revealed. That thought genuinely scared me, knowing we could have an all out werewolf war and we were clearly outnumbered. Thankfully Alpha Abbadon was once a wanderer himself and knew a lot about them.

On my birthday when I shift at midnight I need to run to our enemy territory until I find my mate or I will return the next day. The problem here is that whoever runs into enemy territory either dies or returns injured. They want to sacrifice me. They know that I can die in that place, but they still send me. It is known to me that they have an Alpha. He is the most dangerous person in the entire wolf community. Alpha of Night Walker Pack Alpha Sioux Amber Grey.