Bard Wandersong Novels & Stories

Placing a hand to my chest, I whisper to the wind, praying that the words will somehow soothe their raging spirits, “May the Moon Goddess herself guide you home, her light a path through the veil of shadows. May the ancestral pack welcome you with howls of honour, and may your name be lifted on the wind with love and fury. Let it rise to the stars so we may hear it and know you have taken your place among the eternal hunt, beside the elders. For great wolves have fallen, guardians, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters and friends.” They will not be forgotten. I storm back toward the dungeon with fury lashing through my body like lightning. “Lord Ezra—” a guard calls out in salute. I grab the w

The enchanted atmosphere hummed with anticipation as creatures from Nampa and neighbouring realms assembled, eager to witness the birth of songs that would immortalize Luna's journey. The lead bard, a masterful storyteller named Lyra, stepped forward with an air of reverence. "Today, under the luminous gaze of the moon, we gather to celebrate Luna—a leader, a guardian, and a symbol of unity. Through songs and tales, we shall carry her legacy to the corners of the magical world." Lyra's fingers gracefully danced over the strings of her lute, producing a haunting melody that echoed through the grove. The assembled bards joined in, harmonizing with the intricate notes, creating a symphony that

Their stink was very fresh, and still leading up the mountain. Was it possible they’d already made it inside? We were walking up on a bloodbath? Had we been too late? Please, God, no. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Pandora” by 2WEI and Edda Hayes.

But they won’t ever let me go. And as I drift off to sleep, I think about the boy’s fever, the song that I sang, and the world that waits for me on the far side of the mountain. Wild and untamed. As the first moments of fever filled pain hit me, I can’t help but think of Cognac eyes and a growl filled voice.

she whispered, her voice echoing in her mind. The small white wolf nodded, its presence radiant and reassuring. "You have the power within you, child of the moon. Embrace it, wield it with courage, and you will find your way through the darkness." With those words, the wolf's form began to fade, its light merging with the ambient glow in the room. Mara's heart felt lighter, her spirit fortified by this encounter. As the room returned to its previous darkness, she knew that she was no longer alone. The moon's blessings and the guidance of the guardian wolf would be her companions in the journey ahead.

Only my face, whole and marked and alive. Then I withdrew, leaving him to the dark and the wind and the howling of wolves who would never answer his call. The pup stirred in his cradle, sensing my return. I sang to him, the last song, the one I had composed in the silver cage when I thought I would die: "The bond was chain. The fire was friend. The ash was birth. The phoenix rose." He slept. I watched the moon through the high window—full, indifferent, beautiful. Tomorrow, we would run. North, first, to the territories my father had held. Then east, to the sanctuary I had built from Leon's signed parchment. Then south, to the lands I had conquered with nothing but survival.

Brady, the wolf Aiden had attacked, asked his Luna. “Do not interrupt me,” Jean nearly growled at the wolf, he was young, quite possibly too young to remember she was once their leader. “Forgive me, Luna Jean,” he immediately cowered when his Beta glared at him. “As I was saying, with this spell, we’ll be able to locate everyone in the building, then we can be sure she’s safe before we break down that door,” With a plan in place, mother and son went over the steps to perform their incantation and Aiden paced, staring at the bars on the windows. It looked more like a prison than a home, and he worried for his mate.

“Are you done briefing them? No complaints?” Pablo at the foot of the steps turned to continue his steps as he slowy shook his head, “No, I made my mother understand and Laura wouldn’t have to go to school for a while…at least until I’m sure it's safe enough?” He was looking at Stefano by the car who pushed off the car and straightened with a curt nod, “I promise, no harm will befall you three- that thing in your palm?” “Oh, this…” Pablo was close to him now as he stared into the pendant in his palm, a painful smile entering his face as his voice reeled, scratching in his throat with restraint. “It was Tania’s”.

But I was quicker, slipping another silver band around his wrist, embedding it into his skin. The two wolves leaped at me as Rolph yelled, "No!" "Lacus!" I held up my hands and brought them back down abruptly, imagining Xander. I had no idea where he was, and he'd better not be doing anything he wasn't supposed to. Otherwise, he was going to get a surprise. Wind rushed past as I zoomed through the transparent tunnel, through the dark matter and stars. I stopped a moment later in the hallway of the Compound on the first floor. Xander was running the other way.

The children returned to their play, their cheerful energy momentarily lifting my spirits. I turned back to Ryan, who watched me with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. I took a deep breath, struggling to compose myself. “Why are you sitting alone, Ryan—uh, buddy?” I asked, choosing a more neutral term. “Because I can’t walk,” he murmured, glancing down at his bandaged leg. “What happened to your leg?” I inquired, but Bell interrupted with an explanation. “His father saved him from wolves. It was a wild wolf that did this,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.