Lone Adventurer Novels & Stories

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.

Venture saw this and used a strong force to kick Andy's ass so that he could get inside, Andy tumbled to the ground and grabbed his butt and yelled at Venture: "Wow, that guy! What the hell are you doing with my jade body?! It hurts!" Venture entered the small window easily because his body was very small, he looked at Andy's scowl and smiled and said: "Calm down, calm down. I'm so sorry, but instead of you yelling at me we have a big problem here." "What's the problem?"

It sounded as if he had only just gotten out of bed and was grumpy. When the door finally opened, a gruff man with a hairy chest dressed in only his underwear opened the door. Seeing there were two people instead of one that he was expecting, the NPC raised his brow, looking more awake. “Who are you? I wasn’t expecting this many guests.” Bowing slightly, Akiko introduced herself as an adventurer on a quest to investigate the strange rumours of wolves that walk on two legs. Hearing there were other monster hunters apart from him, the man laughed and shook their hands.

"I owe him my life, so if there is a way I can return the favor, I guess I can say I am willing to do anything," Mavie replied timidly. The man scoffed. He was extremely irritated that this woman could be a slave to such a despicable man like Lyndon, a notorious gambler and a manipulative con artist. "Do you know who he is?" he asked again, jaw clenched. "I know his name. And aside from being a good man to me, I don't think there is anything else that matter," Mavie replied with a firm tone expressing her unshakable belief.

He always got tense when I mentioned about wanting to leave. “I've been meaning to ask you.” I spoke looking at my hands so he wouldn't see the scared look in my eye. “You have told me of packs and communities. Places people are born too. I'm born to nowhere. Is there anywhere for...” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “For someone like me? Somewhere for abandoned wolves? Somewhere that is safe?” This was playing on my mind a lot over the last few days. Both Liam and Alice explained to me about Rogue wolves, how they live in isolation and kill and cause chaos. I didn't want to become a rogue.

The Earl of Lonsdale glanced up from the book he was reading and quirked a brow in silent invitation. Jonathan swallowed hard, reluctant to ask for help but seeing no other choice. "I need your advice." "From me? Good Lord, must be desperate. I'm the very last man anyone should come to for advice." Charles leaned back in his chair, setting down the book he'd been reading. "Unless you wish to talk about women, boxing, or gambling." He smirked. "So which of those three can I assist you with?" Jonathan picked up the book his friend had been reading and glanced at the spine. Lady Audrina and the Arrogant Gentleman. "You've read L. R. Gloucester?" Jonathan stared for a second at the lurid Gothic

Hi, intruder. A shiver runs down my spine. Yesterday, when I left, I realised I hadn't given him my number, and it stung. Seeing him again would have taken extra effort, too much risk. And I'd already used up my yearly quota of recklessness. I hadn't been thinking with my brain. So how did he get my number? I type back. How did you get my number, mystery man? Then I wait. Let's just say mystery man has his ways.

With no memories of being a werewolf, having a family, or having a mate. All he knew was he was one of the old school, a travelling adventurer. Somehow, he thought there was something missing, like he was looking for someone, someone who never left his dreams. Every night, he dreamed of a gigantic wolf. Every night, he dreamed of a place where unnatural creatures were among the dwellers of the city. And it had been months since his existence. He was nowhere near. He was lost. and he dreamt of a woman. All he knew was that his name was Landon.

You can see the love in their smiles, and when they look at each other, their love is hard to hide. My clan, Clan Adair, is easily the largest and safest clan to be a part of. Surrounding clans rarely have an issue with us, and we are left alone most of the time. Our clan is feared, not only for our size, or our warriors. Our clan has a secret, we're werewolves. Not that anyone knows that fact. They just know our warriors are strong, and we've never lost a war. The stories told are that no one is left alive, and our warriors are all that is left on the battlefield.

“You were caught stealing food from Blood Moon territory. The punishment for theft is death.” A loaf of bread. Stale, moldy bread I’d found behind the kitchen. I’d been starving for three days. Rogues don’t get grocery stores. The crowd murmured. Death was expected. Lone wolves had no rights. No one would mourn me. “Does the accused have any last words?” Darius asked, though it was a formality. Lone wolves never got mercy. I lifted my head. My lip was split from where one of the warriors had hit me during capture. “I was hungry,” I rasped.