Gypsy Caravan Novels & Stories

I could hear bells from somewhere distant. The fifth ring signalling the fifth hour prayer offered to Terra, the goddess of harvest, plenty, and prosperity. My best guess would be, we were at the underbelly of the city. For where the long roads should've been wide and unmarred, the roads were narrowly crooked and filled with mud. Our caravan had stopped outside a brothel and our buyer was haggling with a woman called Madam Claire. She was a brothel pimp and was very beautiful. She was beautiful in an exotic way. With fair hair like the maidens of Tvari and her olive skin betrayed the fact that she was not from Revillion.

From what she understood, the strays who had been rejected by Fennick Herman and the Moonlight Pack had congregated together here as a safe refuge from being labeled outsiders. She stopped the car at the black gate wondering if she was supposed to speak into the microphone on the side of the road. "Um, hello…" she started to say. "Lucy Carrigan. Welcome, one moment," a male voice responded and the gates started to open. Maybe this was a security measure? And how did this guy know who she was? She drove through the gate following the road toward a large estate with a pueblo and cabin-style ranch look. The land must have been well over thirty acres, and the view out into the horizon was specta

After they were slaves, I don't want to resolve to violence but, I need these people and I already paid for it. "Understood…Private Gertrude, issue the order to General Mina…..The Caravan will arrive at the Transaction Point in 3 hours..". (Secretary Sellie) The monitor immediately displayed a caravan of Horse pulled Coach with cloth tarp covering the top, the caravan was 800 meters long with 300 coach total, the front, back and side of the caravan were guarded with The Maidens Mercenary group with their lorry. "Make sure to inform the Black Gate...I want all the immigration documentations done perfectly,….All right Everyone!!…Start The Clock!..".

He was turning into a softy. "Travel well, friends," Gregor said and bowed. "Thank you," Alex and Jimmy said in unison. Gregor stepped to the side and the caravan began to move out into the fresh night air. The cool breeze wafted through the street picking up dust and rolling it over them as the people pushed and pulled the carts forward. The new recruits, Careena and Gavin pushed with gusto. Alex saw the team leaders talking them back down, reminding them it was a long trip.

The middle-aged uncle laughed boisterously as he gestured Asha to sit at the little space of the loaded carriage behind of the dozen or so horses that are now being strapped to the carriage. “Thank you.” Asha bowed before walking to the carriage to sit silently at the narrow spot while waiting for the subordinates of the middle-aged uncle that are buying some dry food from the town. An hour passed and the caravan left the town as the hooves of the horses carried up the dirt on the road while swiftly passing through to quickly enter the center of Artemia where the capital stands.

The night is filled with a deafening silence which surrounds the sleeping city of Pir. Unlike the hot daytime, the city of deserts is bone chillingly cold and quiet. The stone houses are also quiet as the residents sleep inside it. Except for the occasional cries of an insect, nothing else can be heard. CREAK! A caravan strolls through the town, breaking the silence of the night. The caravan is a lavish one made of fine wood and silk cloth. It is being driven by a few horses which have an emblem on their reins: twin wolves with crimson eyes and a quarter moon above them.

Not to mention, if she did get caught, she'd like to take it with her to her new home. An hour later they were ready to go, just on time as the rest of the tribe's caravan was getting ready to pull out of town and make the two-day journey to Castle Rouge, the center of tribe Romula, where the Hunt would take place. "We are ready to go, Daddy! Everyone's trunks are packed to perfection!" Izzy exclaimed with glee. She clapped her hands twice in excitement then jumped up on the wagon, settling in the front seat next to her father, Richard. Kate climbed in the back and sat next to Maria and Susanna while Marcus, Susanna and Maria’s father, rode on his horse next to the wagon. The wagons slowly p

My stunned silence and confusion let Gecko answer for me, “We got lost. We are just trying to get to the next city.” “Would you like a ride with us? We’re actually performers and this area has a lot of bandits, being on your own as you are is dangerous.” Perhaps fifty paces away was a tall and wide carriage, its doors painted golden and the rooftop in a darker version of it. The rest of the cart was red but decorated with paintings that resembled dragons and vines. As I approach the carriage with everyone beside me, Gecko nudges me with his elbow, giving me a nod of approval. “If you’re offering we would love to come with you.” I say.

I was not a rejected Luna, nor a discarded mate and not even a scandal. Just a woman in a coat walking too quickly before dawn. I kept walking until the buildings thinned and the southern gate came into view. Beyond it, wagons were being loaded under torchlight. Traders moved with the practiced rhythm of people who had been doing this their whole lives. I slowed. There was a caravan of covered wagons lined up near the edge of the road. At the front stood an older man with a thick grey beard, sleeves rolled to his elbows, barking short instructions at a younger driver.

The guards did not understand what had happened and I was too angry to explain… I left with my men and Katara insisted on coming. Together, we headed out. By the time we reached the camp, the gypsy pack had moved away. They had taken our possession and had left even without teaching magic to us. We went after them. How they moved so quickly was a wonder to me. Perhaps, they also had a form of magic that transported them quickly. Truly, they had packed their tenths and caravan in a short while and had departed Valmore. We did not find them for two day. Katara was ever ready and strong. Not once did she show signs of weakness or tiredness and it was amazing. By the time we found the pack, they