In The Lost Lands Novels & Stories

Jonathan joins us and we follow, silently, behind them. The tracks, though faint, lead us to an opening that unveils the vast expanse of the desert. The landscape unfolds before us like an ancient canvas, the shifting sands hiding secrets beneath their surface. The men gaze ahead, and I realize that the farthest edge of the desert leads to… “The Southlands,” a strained whisper escapes my lips. The Southlands, the place that holds the empty grave. My heart pounds and my breath hitches. This cannot be a coincidence. Evander looks at me and I nod back. We all trudge on.

Rebekah Rebekah stood in front of the stranger, butterflies forming in her as she stood close to him. Her hand was still resting on his muscular chest as his scent flooded her senses. He smelled strongly of pine and cedar, a faint trace of booze around him. She could feel the eyes of everyone on them, but it was as if they were in another world as she stared up into this man’s blue eyes. Nyx, her wolf, was shaking in excitement as they had found their mate. She whispered, just for him to hear, “What’s your name?”

Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips. Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank lined with twisted, leafless trees. Lyra crawled from the shallows, coughing up water that tasted of earth and blood. Her body trembled, every muscle screaming as she collapsed face-down in the mud. The Dead Lands. She'd heard the pack's elders whisper of this forsaken stretch—barren soil poisoned by ancient curses, where no wolf tread without madness creeping in. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of decay and something sharper, like ozone before a lightning strike.

Others lay pale and dead, as if the colour had been sucked out of them. This was not one wasteland. It was a whole wounded world. The thought made my chest tighten. Everything we had talked about became real from above. Kingdoms. Territories. Dead zones. Trade paths. Places no one returned from. Crowns fighting over land that could still breathe. Wraiths taking ground. Dragons ruling ruined beauty. People living somehow in between it all. My fear grew. So did my wonder. Because even broken, the Outlands was not small.

But every loss, every betrayal, every scar had led me here. To this moment. To my people. To my home. I lifted my gaze toward the silver moon hanging above Redward and felt something settle deep within me at last. I was no longer searching for where I belonged. I had found it. I am Lyra Draven. Luna of the lost and the forgotten.

If the realms were bleeding into each other, water would carry the corruption everywhere. They climbed until the ridge opened to a high plateau. From there, they saw the valley stretching toward Eryndor’s territory. The land was changing—rivers winding in wrong directions, clouds coiling unnaturally low. “Looks like the end of the world,” Mireya murmured. “Maybe it is,” Kaelen said. A low howl rose from below—long, mournful, not from their pack. The sound made every hair on his neck lift. “Scouts,” Mireya whispered.

She needs to buy some stock foods. Kyla is now paying at the cashier. I'm waiting for her here outside. I didn't buy for myself, I still have stocks. It's not hot here outside. Even when the sun shines so bright, it's not that hot in our skin. Maybe because we are placed in the middle of the woods. Yes, Troika is hidden among the woods. I think it can't be reached by humans. Also, they won't notice that there's an academy here.

She doesn't know what to think anymore when she suddenly remembers her mom's words on her birthday. "I hope you'll get to find your true self" She gasped and covered her mouth with her palm. Is this what she meant by that? She doesn't know how she will react anymore. She just let those tears run down her face. Ralph stood up from his seat and started talking again. "After your dad died. My Father became the alpha of this pack and changes its name to Silver moon pack. Before he died I promised him I will find you and will bring you back to where you belong. I have looked for you my whole life Alice."

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.

Oliver chuckled, "That isn't what the deadlands are. The deadlands is a place that is baren and dead, hence the name. No grass or plants grow in the area, no water runs, it is just rock and dust." "Doesn't sound pleasant at all." Elaina mused crinkling her nose. "So, we would have to go through there?" Oliver nodded, "Followed by that there is one more place, I'm trying to remember exactly where." "Crystal land." Samantha said beginning to smile. "It is a crystal cave that leads to the entrance to our world and the entrance to the underworld." "Mom are you sure?" Charisse asked excitedly. "So, we know where to go now?"