Lone Adventurer Novels & Stories

Once upon a time, in a different country, there lived a girl who wanted an adventure and dreamed of escaping from marrying someone who she didn't want to be with. So naturally, everyone at school thought that she would be prosperous and happy. But they have no idea what will happen, and they have no clue that the good fairy is watching the girl whose name is Belle Rose.

lives of 20 people, the royal guards haven't been able to do anything," Set kept quiet, stood up and went with the people who were talking, "excuse me, I know a group of people who would agree to take the risk, but in addition to the money they would keep the hunt, "One of the gentlemen present" is fine, tell your acquaintances that fence tomorrow we will wait for them," Set "they work at night, they do not like to be seen, so, they will wait for the pay tomorrow morning, by the way they will have no mercy, if a monster has young, they understand," the lords "yes, so we want one moremonster, if some of the people who inhabit this city look like it," Set left the inn, climbed into

"No need kemosabe. The Lone Ranger and Tonto shall ride again and hopefully into the sunset. Tell Brother Jomar you need many arrows to fill your quiver." "Alright. Thanks for your time, Brother." They hadn't noticed another thin man standing beside the doorway. He looked so bedraggled and shabby that he seemed like part of the scenery. "Brother Jomar? Have you been there the whole time?" "I'm always here Brother, listening and watching. You're planning to escape and you need a map, lots of gas, and other essential supplies. Is that the gist?" "Yes."

"Good evening, the Bergs. I am Adam Smith, the future husband of this beautiful woman." "Adam Smith? Isn't that the name of the famous jeweler who disappeared?" a brown-haired woman sighed. She was the doctor's wife. "That's right, Madam. I am the man you are referring to. I beg your willingness to keep it a secret. Only your family knows my true identity and whereabouts." Still with her mouth wide open, the pearl-eared woman blinked. "Sorry, but ... don't you have a wife and a child? Why did you claim your status as single?"

Southern rich was one of the best kinds of rich. I walked by him a few times, making sure to catch his eye. He was definitely interested. Finally I approached him. "Know where I can meet a handsome rich man on a winning streak?" I asked coyly. "Well, you're looking at him little lady. What's your name?" "Jolene." "No way. That's my favorite song!" He exclaimed. "You have good taste. But do you have a good name?" "Names Gunther...so no I do not."

From being the daughter of an Alpha, I became a lone wolf. I had to fend for myself, so I mingled with other homeless kids and they taught me how to survive. I am twenty now, and I’m still on the street, starving. As I walked down the street, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I was yet to feed her. I dipped my hand into my pocket and drew out the last fifty cents with me. I wasn’t sure what this small amount of money was going to do to me, but I hoped that if I approached a food seller with this amount, he or she would show remorse.

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

That was my most cherished possession. It was a small gift from Mom. When the kidnappers forced me to call her for help, I had been clutching that little puppy keychain in my hand. "Grace, do you recognize these things? If I remember correctly, you bought this puppy keychain for Aubree, didn't you?" Patrick's tone was firm, but Mom remained cold and indifferent. "These trinkets are everywhere in accessory shops. Who's to say it's Aubree's? I don't recognize these clothes either. You've got the wrong person."

I pulled it out of my back pocket and read the text. The text is from Adrien. He says the white wolf may be in a bit of trouble. I whisper in Aidinth’s ear the white wolf may be in trouble. We need to hurry, or I can shift and be there quickly. He shook his head, “Please don’t shift with the threat of poachers still around.” I agreed, “Okay, but we should hurry.” Aidinth paid for everything, and we hurried back to the house, where the wolf family was waiting for me.

" We hold hands to navigate the crowd together, many unfortunately following us to the little building with merchandise and tickets. Off to the corner is a small concession stand, and we kill the wait by snacking and doodling in my sketchpad. Soon the engine and horn of the train can be heard. Chey wipes her crumby fingers on my dress and I playfully glare. We end up moving seats to am area where we can have a wall at our back. So many people roam about back and fourth from the gift area, some even knocking over our luggage. One particular strange man stands put above the rest, older and intriguing. A bit arrogant in his stride. He brushes too close to me in passing and I shudder. "There it