Faraway Wanderers Novels & Stories

Aramisius’ eyes flickered but he stepped back. Without another word, he left, the door clicking softly behind him. Aeryl sank down back, heart hammering. She was angry, scared, and restless all at once. And she knew this whole thing had only just started. **** **** Faraway, in the land of the Tibetian Gnomes, Pitshu and Markin, the uncountable battalion of armoured soldiers gathered before the Most High Cave of Valor.

“Then Nightfang needs to move first.” She reached for his hand, stopping him for just a heartbeat. “Don’t shut me out today,” she said. “I need to stand with you. Publicly.” He turned back to her, searching her face. “You already do,” he said. “But if you mean what I think you mean…” “I do.” A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. “Then let’s remind them what Nightfang stands for.” By midmorning, the Keep was alive. Warriors sharpened blades. Scouts relayed reports of strange movements near the Cascades—earth warped, animals fleeing, shadows lingering where they shouldn’t. The allied Alphas had not yet arrived, but their signals burned on the horizon.

We talked about the old days—turning over photographs, one by one. Each picture carried a memory, and the memories never seemed to run out. The moon slowly began to set, and my body started to turn transparent again. "Greyson," my voice was fading. "I have to leave now. The Moon Goddess is calling me." He frantically tried to grab my hand. "Don't go! Stay with me a little longer..." I smiled gently, my body beginning to drift upward, out of my control. "Millie, let me hold you one last time," he cried out.

"This could be a trap." "It could be." "But you are considering it." I looked at the Wanderer. "What is the name of this world?" "The wolves who live there call it the Fading Realm. They have forgotten their own names. They have forgotten their own history. They simply exist, waiting for the end." I made my decision. "I will help you." Kael squeezed my hand. "I am coming with you." "I would not go without you." We left at dawn. The journey through the void was different this time. The Wanderer guided us along paths I had never seen, through passages that existed in the spaces between moments. The worlds we passed were fleeting, shimmering, insubstantial.

They were still fugitives, on the run from her family's empire, and she knew they couldn't afford to let their guard down for even a moment. As they traveled deeper into the wilderness, they encountered other travelers along the way, each with their own stories to tell and their reasons for being on the road. Some offered words of encouragement and support, while others eyed them with suspicion and mistrust. But through it all, Amari and Antonio remained focused on their goal, determined to stay one step ahead of their pursuers. Eventually, they reached the edge of the wilderness, emerging into a vast expanse of open plains stretching out before them as far as the eye could see. It was a bre

Sarah. Staying away from Connie can't be that hard right? Except it's Connie we're talking about. Even if I was to stay away from her, there is no reassurance that she'll do the same. As I walked from my final class of the day, towards my locker, I heard my name being called from behind me. I looked behind but saw no one... at least nobody who would call me. Though come to think of it, who really would? It's one of the perks of being friendless, who get to happily live without people calling your name! But when I felt someone tap on my shoulder, I knew it was more than just my imagination.

And then, she saw them. Figures. Not humans, and not wolves. They moved with a jagged, insect-like grace along the vertical faces of the canyons. They were draped in rags the color of dried blood, and their eyes—wide and pale—did not reflect the light. They were the Glass-Walkers, the descendants of the scouts who had been abandoned in the canyons during the Great Drought. "They're not attacking," Mara whispered, peering through a brass telescope. "They're... following us. Like a funeral procession."

As the moon bathed them in its silvery light, the star-crossed lovers ventured into the unknown, bound by a shared destiny that would unfold far beyond the confines of the clans they left behind. Beyond the boundaries of the familiar, Seraphina and Adrian embarked on a journey into the uncharted territories of the outside world. The moonlit night, once their secret haven, now witnessed their footsteps as they navigated the challenges that lay ahead. The world beyond the clans' influence became a testing ground for their love, each step a defiance against the constraints that had bound them for far too long.

None could explain how life had grown from stone, but for some reason, they smiled. --- The Wanderer’s Path Liora journeyed north after that, through mountains and forests untouched by memory. Sometimes she slept beneath the stars, sometimes beneath roofs offered by kind strangers. In every place she went, something changed. A quarrel between lovers ended in forgiveness. An abandoned chapel filled with song again. A river long poisoned began to run clear. She never announced herself as anything special. When people asked who she was, she only said, “Someone who listens.”

Dammit, dude, of all the subdivisions in Arlington, Texas… You just had to pick that one… “Work and training. Keeps me busy.” “Oh,” Karli said, her smile faltering. “Okay, so, see you around, I guess?” she managed. “Yeah,” he replied curtly, and jogged away, with the hurt look on her face burning into his core. He could feel her troubled eyes watching him as he moved away from her and down the jogging trail, and he kicked up his speed almost to capacity to outrun her gaze. “I’m gonna propose, bro,” Evan had said. “Will you be my best man?”