A Deadly Wandering Novels & Stories

I knew at that moment that whatever was about to be revealed was not going to be something good. The girl only said one thing more as we moved through the looming darkness, her voice like a mere whisper in the wind, "There are two honors, commonly known as houses here in Rozbite Lustro Institution— the Wanderlusters, and Stonemaskers. For the Wanderlusters, these are wanderers whose souls are a countless tales of broken homes, with their dark pasts casted upon shadows, living only for the moment, beyond fragile things. To keep it simple, these are the teens who wander the world, searching for a place they can call home. For them, home is always a place they've never been, or a place they've

“I am serious. You have nothing to worry about. Those were just some feral werewolves passing by. I just had to make sure they don’t sniff around. I don’t want to take any risk with you here.” “What are feral werewolves?” Elizabeth asked. “Just wolves without a pack. They’ve been kicked out of their packs for one reason or the other, and they now wander around trying to find food or shelter or just for the sole purpose of wandering... they are usually dangerous, but they know they are no match for a dragon, so they tucked their tails and went their way.”

he thought while wiping off tears from his face, “Dara’s in trouble because of me and I couldn’t even tell this to her mother. I’m such a coward.” It was night now. Wade started hearing wolves howling. “The vampires and the wolves are about to come out. They’ll be searching for me.” Wade said to himself, “I should hide myself somewhere.” He thought to go to Dara’s room to hide himself. She went in there. He could remember the time he had spent with Dara. Everything in her room memorized of something special. “I can’t hide like this. I have to do something.” Wade thought while looking at Dara’s picture placed on the table, “I have to go find Queen Eve. If Dara told me she’s alive, then I beli

CHAPTER 57 RAFAEL Cassian was still asleep when I left the room. I closed the door without a sound, stood in the hallway long enough to hear his breathing stay even, and then I walked away from it. That was the problem. I had started listening for his breathing. I had started calculating whether he would reach for me if he woke and found the bed empty. Attachment was a leak, and leaks got people killed. I put on a clean shirt, ignored the faint ache in my back, and drove to the secondary location the loyalists used when they needed to speak without leaving a trail that pointed back to the palace.

Still, the pull was always there, steady as a bruise you keep noticing but doesn’t actually hurt. Dead Fang territory. Everyone knew those words, said them heavy, the way older wolves want something glued into your memory forever. Nobody comes out of Dead Fang ground unchanged. That’s the legend: feral wolves, broken ones, outcasts so dangerous no pack would claim them. Wolves out here long enough to forget they were ever anything else. I headed down the ridge.

the Alpha says, his voice steady… but deadly. I’ve seen Red shift on the fly before in the heat of the moment, it takes him less than five seconds and it’s damn impressive. *Took out three wolves trying to get home near the border. Tattoos look like they’d been rogues before,* Buddy reports, on an open mind-link. Goddess I need to just wrap this up and get home to discipline my little brat of a mate.

He paused to see Carlos reaction, and it wasn’t good. He exhaled softly and continued. “I never wanted to do what she requested, but I still went on to find it out for her due to my curiosity, but that almost cost my life as I was almost killed if I had not dodged a bullet, in order words, the Swifts are terrifying people, one wrong move and you could be killed.” He paused and closed his eyes momentarily. “If you knew that, why didn’t you run away with Katherine?” Carlos shouted, his blood boiled in his vein.

she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. ...... Vlad burst into Eton's office. “You can’t be serious!” Only when his boss raised his unimpressed eyes from the computer, did Vlad realize what a blunder he’d made. “Excuse me?” Eton asked in a very cold tone Vlad forced himself to meet his gaze unflinchingly. “I’m sorry, Eton Domino, but I can’t agree with your decision to take the girl to Switzerland. It’s a huge security risk—she might be spotted at the airport or—”

And I was no longer the only one listening. The duet in the dark was not a comfort-it was a reckoning. The silver thread in my soul pulled taut, yanking me toward the Whispering Wastes, a blighted expanse where even shadows refused to linger. Legends called it the goddess's first grave, a place where time frayed and the dead walked as half-formed echoes. Jason argued against the journey, but the thread *burned*, insistent. "This isn't a choice," I told him, packing supplies under a sickle moon. "It's a summons."

Pulling the trigger, his body seemed to pause for the smallest moment before plunging to the ground. Thomas's gun went off, killing the other man with a gun. Gray Beard wasn't out in the open like the others, and I couldn't see him. He was the only one I wanted to kill. "Do you smell that?" Thomas whispered. Inhaling, I instantly smelled decay and rot. "Yeah. That's what that guy was talking about. There must be a group of biters coming." Assessing our surroundings, I couldn't see any of the dead yet. The only movement was the man with an arrow in his belly. He was trying to stand with the help of his friend.