Bard Wandersong Novels & Stories

Her eyes lift to Mary, expression composed. “Enough,” Lia says softly. Mary’s face contorts. “He’s my King!” Lia’s voice is ice. “He’s a parasite.” Rowan laughs, bright, delighted even as chaos blooms. “Oh, I like her.” Then Rowan’s gaze snaps to me again, sharp and furious beneath the charm. “You think a gate stops me?” he calls, voice cutting through the noise. He reaches into his coat again. Not for Vesperbane. For something smaller. A whistle.

Everyone stood, silently awaiting the announcement and movement. “I would like to introduce the man himself that will continue to drive this company forward into a new era. The man who has been on the ground, undercover on site with you all, right under your noses. I would like to introduce, my son, the owner and your guiding light at Written Ink, Damian Blackwood!”

Ivy obediently accepted the bowl and drank it all in one go. Seeing how her face crunched up due to the drink's bitterness, Mary immediately handed her a piece of candy. "That's a good girl. Two more rounds and we're all done. By then, your leg will be healed, and you can once again stand on stage." Heartache gleamed in Mary's eyes. She patted Ivy's head lovingly. Ivy looked at her legs. She had indeed successfully escaped from the fire, but she did not expect to see barrels of gasoline in the abandoned warehouse.

I looked up resigned to my future. Gan-Gan walked over to the wall that had the weapons on it and the curtain began to rise. “I thought you said I wouldn’t need any of these today?” I said as I followed behind her. She opened a small panel that revealed multiple wands. All with different kinds of crystals. She pulled one of the wands off the wall that was white with a Blue Angelite crystal.

“Why do you look so pale? You should go home and rest.” Cherry immediately pouted. “Come on, baby, I’m scared. It’ll be easier if there are more people. Let Ana stay just for this one game.” Evan hesitated, then looked at me. “Can you hold on a little longer? I’ll drive you back after this.” I held his gaze for a moment, then nodded. My body was barely holding on. The haunted house’s freezing drafts did not help. I swayed and reached for Evan’s arm, just looking for something to steady myself.

Mia had learned that success was rarely quiet. It arrived with applause and opportunity — but also with shadows that stretched longer the higher one climbed. For months, Mia had poured every ounce of herself into the creation of her newest jewelry collection. It was the most personal line she had ever designed — a series of pieces inspired by resilience and transformation. She had named it The Phoenix Collection. Each necklace, bracelet, and ring carried subtle symbolism: interwoven bands, molten curves shaped like wings, gemstones set in patterns that reflected rebirth. It was more than fashion.

’ Wanda ask me, when I hear Wanda bark I jump and don’t make it to the other side instead I meet the river, swimming to the other side where Cassidy is inside the castle. I paddle like my life depends on it, seeing I’m near I put my front paws out and start singing my song. I put my right paw out, I put my left paw out, and I shake myself up and above, everybody now, shaking my body to my beat I wiggle, till I can’t jiggle, I wiggle, till I can’t jiggle, I wiggle, till I can’t jiggle, I make a hip hop beat, I think I got a song stuck in my mind now, ‘COSMO MOVE IT!’ Wanda linked me she was mad, Wanda is always mad, jiggle, jiggle, wiggle, wiggle, I got up and ran towards Cassidy.

He nearly choked on his coffee, coughing so hard his face turned red. "I'm a Beta, Matteo, not a nanny!" he sputtered. "And from everything you've told me, those five are basically miniature werewolves with enough energy to rival an entire rogue pack during a full moon!" "And you are the strongest, most capable warrior I know," I countered smoothly, flashing a grin. Gideon groaned, wiping his chin. "You're a ruthless bastard, you know that?" He sighed, but his eyes softened. "Do what you need to do, Alpha. Bring our Luna home. We’ll keep the pups alive."

The flames dance before us, casting flickering shadows on our faces, reminding us of the beauty that can arise from the darkest of times. In this circle of love, trust, and unwavering support, we find solace and strength. No matter what life throws our way, we know we can count on each other to lend a listening ear, offer guidance, and provide a shoulder to lean on. As the night comes to a close, we gather our things, the embers of the bonfire fading away. We exchange hugs, feeling the warmth of our connection radiate through our embrace. Walking back to the house, hand in hand with Sarah and Ruth, I am filled with a profound sense of contentment.