Journey To The East Novels & Stories

The journey into the eastern mountains was a pilgrimage into a forgotten past. The road, which had been a well-trodden path of trade and diplomacy in his father's time, was now little more than a scar on the landscape, overgrown and treacherous. The further they rode from the coast, the more the air changed, losing the scent of salt and taking on the sharp, clean smell of pine and granite.

I take this opportunity to be close to my mom since I didn’t get a chance to make her feel better before. When we wake up in the morning, we all just get ready and get back on the road. Again, I started off with my mom and then after a couple hours I was back with my brother. This last stretch felt like forever and that we were never going to get to where we were going. Then finally after hours I finally could smell the farms, and the breeze felt different when I rolled my window down. There it was I could see the sign ‘Welcome to Wimberley!’

* Prince Vincent * There's a tiny part of me who's not focus with my pals when our journey heading for the Eastern Region started. No matter how I feel, but I have to fulfill the task that my father has given me in order to assist the allied force of the East. A letter has been sent to us explaining how the rogues are disturbing the wolves of Alpha Li Jun and his pack. Theleader of their East seek the help of my father. We will reach the territory in exactly two days and three nights of journey on foot and then about five hours of expedition at sea. So I made sure that the warriors come preferred both mentally and physically.

Things in the far east are not going well for Aurelia and her mate Zinjo. Their search for the Lemurian runes took them to the city of Fā Tiáo Cheng, an advanced city with clockwork servants. Under the advisement of their ship captain, Gael, they came to the slums of Fā Tiáo Cheng to speak with Límāo Xiǎotōu. A man who deals in lost treasures and artifacts. Only to be attacked by clockwork servants themselves.

Now she sat happily astride the even-tempered animal, gazing at the plains that lay before her. Luceya sat her own mount beside her, both Sorceresses contemplating the journey ahead. The Guardians’ message had been quite clear, and the prospect of seeking out the Jivanaar was exciting. Their lands lay to the East, past the northeastern tip of the Haedral Mountains. The two Na’Himara had spent the last ten days riding through the hilly countryside North of those mountains, taking what roads were available and crossing whatever open land provided the best passage. They passed through several small villages, and even spent a night at a small Inn at the first, but they could not linger. The peop

He suddenly heard the sound of the voice again, and this time it was coming from the eastwards direction. He stood up from the ground and began walking towards the east. Forgetting about all the times he tried but failed. He was just so eager this time to move to it, forgetting about what might be behind it. After walking for what seemed like years to him, he got to the top of an enclave.

"The East is no longer a graveyard. It is a womb." The News of New Geneva Aris descended the stairs, his boots clicking sharply against the cold floor. "There hasn't been good news from the East in three generations. Why should I believe the wind has changed?" "Because this isn't the wind. This is masonry," the Traveler replied. He gestured back toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning its slow, crimson descent. "They call it New Geneva. Not a city of commerce, but a city of Order. A sanctuary of the Old Laws, built on the bones of the high mountains."

Their spirits are burning as their journey has a big mission in order to liberate the Shamo Mainland from the inhumane rule of the Yianju Headquarters. Thus, the journey to the Eastern Waters began. The Guichuan ship was moving in a predetermined direction. Sail across the open seas and get ready to conquer any obstacles or attacks that may come your way. --- Leave a 5 star review as support for the author. Thank you ----

We'd phoned the fire department so many times, we became friends with the firefighters and often had drinks with them on the weekend. Standing beside the exit with amusement glittering his irises, he pushed the handle on the glass, and I slipped by him. The awning that ran the length of the building kept me from getting soaked. Eason joined me, huddled under the little bit of protection we had from the wind and rain. "Ramen noodles are a delicacy in many Asian countries." We watched the street for an oncoming cab. "Name one," I said.

He said with a face full of ecstasy, "leader... leader, below... all... are..." ... The fourth section of the Journey to the West by the Ancient Road was actually a desert. The pale yellow sand was rolling with the wind, which was as spectacular as waves. The sky was blue and there were no clouds at all. Nine suns appeared in the air, releasing a suffocating heat, burning the earth. It looked as if the stones were going to be dried up. Sand was everywhere. There was nothing else. That was an environment full of fire elements all around.