Novel & Cerita Fantasy Traveler

The eighteenth, that his mother begged to live and walk with her, never returning to live in the old apartment, bought with the money from his grandfather's inheritance. The nineteenth wish was that she could travel from the year 2033, to any planet and part of the multiverse until she meets the beast of the end, becomes the scourge of the gods, bringing the end of various civilizations and worlds with her, when the end of humanity had come. Whenever she chose both her and her mother to be able to travel the multiverse and bring evil and doom to every race and every world they passed. The twentieth wish was that she could bring war, the end of each race and with it, when the end of a race wo

he ignored my remark easily. He was somewhere around my age. He wore his blond hair short to the scalp. Full lips. A wide nose and blue eyes. Something in me relaxed as I deemed him not dangerous for me. He was funny and kind. Yet, I had to stay on the guard; I didn’t know him, yet, I didn’t know the Duke either. Both of them, such weirdos. Did you think I would believe you didn’t know who I was? I bet he kept his eyes on us the whole time. He raised his hands ordering beers, which the waitress brought playing with a strip of her hair. “I am a nameless Traveler, Aurelia.”

"You're right! Itaska didn't lie... maybe he's too afraid of us to lie! He's a traveler from Itaska as he said, but he's currently here in Greenland." There was a bizarre urge in her to activate The Realm, she was regaining small memories slowly, but there an urgency to learn more within the unknown realm. There was also a place in the back of her mind that contradicted that urgency, a thought to just pretend nothing mattered. At the moment, her mind was clouded by transmigration, separate realms, and civil war conflict. "We need more food!" Terrance suddenly called out. "You have to eat and rest immediately; it's written all over your eyes. Good thing I carry bread in my bag, right?"

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.

He tightened his grip on the walking staff. "I don't know." No one laughed. No one looked surprised. The former Shadow understood before anyone else. "You lost it." The traveler nodded. "A very long time ago." "I remembered pieces." "Faces." "Promises." "Places." "But never my name." The First Rootkeeper appeared quietly behind Ama. They had arrived without anyone noticing. "As some journeys demand." The traveler turned toward the Rootkeeper. "You know who I am?" "I know who you've become." The Rootkeeper answered.

Nothing. Ayesha swallowed. "That's… Impossible." Professor Hassan slowly stood. His face had turned pale. "My grandfather wrote about this." He flipped frantically through the old journal until he found a page marked with faded ribbon. Then he read aloud. "When the guardian accepts the traveler..." "The path shall appear." "Only the chosen will hear the footsteps." Maritza felt every hair on her arms stand. "The footsteps..." She whispered. "I've been hearing them all morning." Professor Hassan slowly lowered the journal.

But despite his appearance, he seemed to possess a sharp mind and a keen memory. Mina approached him and introduced herself. She explained that she was searching for a powerful sorcerer, and that he might have information that could help her. The traveler eyed her warily at first, but eventually, he agreed to speak with her. He told her of a powerful mage who had been living in the nearby mountains, using his magic to wreak havoc on the mortal realm. Mina listened intently, taking in every detail. Finally, she thanked the traveler for his help and set off for the mountains.

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

Something intoxicating in which a young boy who was not fond of Books, but missed the smell of grass in the summer, dust on the road, and rusty steel from the old buildings he used to pass by; could only imagine what it looked like with the help of a thick layer of papers compacted into a whole. The traveller was escorted by a talkative tree, about 90 feet tall and with a 4.8 millimeter bark thickness. It was a heavy one although it could walk easily with its roots which became its feet; multiple limbs of every size. The traveller lived in a strange world for more than 30 years of his life since he was born. He was the only human on the planet. His origin was unknown, and his journey was his

I'm finally free, although this new objective with the Noble will give me some structure in this strange time. Sure enough, Kastriv is waiting in the foyer for me first thing in the morning. He offers me his hand, explaining how his magic allows him to travel certain distances across the land. Warily, I take it, horrified as the ground falls out from under me, and I'm falling into an endless dark void. That is, until the world materialises around me, and my feet touch the ground. The world is made up of multiple Territories, each governed by their own politics and cultures.