Lone Wanderer Novels & Stories

“Careful, Evelyn. People might start thinking that you also don't have a wolf because, I mean, why haven't you found your mate yet?” Evelyn dug her nails into her palms as she watched them laugh at her too. “Let's go, Evelyn. They aren't worth our time.” I grabbed her hand as we walked past them. That seemed to annoy Amara even more. Later that evening, I decided to take a walk because my room felt suffocating, so I wandered toward the pack lake alone. The cold wind brushed against my skin as the golden sunset reflected across the water. It was so peaceful there.

“I started contacting potential Betas and Gammas. Want me to show you the list?” “Tomorrow,” I say. “Tonight, I just want silence.” She nods and leaves. The room falls still again. I close my eyes and think of what’s coming. Of wolves who’ll call me Luna not because of a mark, but because of respect. Of Kael watching as the woman he broke becomes the legend he feared. Of a world that thought I’d fade, now learning I was only getting started. The moonlight hits my face, cool and silver. Somewhere outside, a wolf howls — deep, long, haunting. It sounds like a promise. Like the beginning of something unstoppable.

Tell her you’re mine. I traced the path with my finger, memorizing every detail. Lunar Falls. I’d heard whispers of it, a mysterious place where wolves who didn’t fit into traditional pack structures went to find refuge. Rogues, outcasts, those with nowhere else to go. It would be a two-week journey on foot, through dangerous territory. But it was a destination. A purpose. Hope. A soft tapping at my window made me jump. I looked up to see a shadow on the other side of the tiny window; someone was on the roof.

However, everything soon became dead as darkness engulfed my beseeching awareness. 'I am walking in the middle of a desolate desert under a twilight night. I looked around with a shiver as the ice-cold air slapped my skin. Without any aim, my feet wandered as I gazed up to the only warmth companion I have. Like me, it is also devoid of any companion. We conversed in silence until I could no longer take its blinding glare. I don't know if it is also angry with me but sensing from the way glares its light upon me, I guess not. After drifting for God knows how long, I finally came across a sma-isn't this the oasis that I got awestricken before I came to this state? Without any thought, I went s

Dad said, "Shit. We will put him in the dungeon and let the council figure out what to do with him." We went in Alpha Lobo's room, and he was also sitting up. He had a few more bandages, but he's coherent. Nyla said, "His wolf is fine. He's saying that this guy is an exiled Alpha. He was a tyrant in his last pack. He hates being a rogue and no pack would accept him, so he wanted to form a pack. He needed a special wolf to make his pack be a true pack instead of constantly fighting amongst themselves." I relayed all this information to dad, and he walked in the room and said, "So, Lobo, how did you know about our special wolves?" He smiled and said, "I was only interested in that one right th

" 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

Some were dealing with or preparing for the unexpected loss of a loved one, and others were searching for their destined route on a road map previously unwritten. In the end, they all came out of it. While not unscathed–still forever and ever grateful for the lessons learned; Finding themselves, and one another. Hollis Bogard and Whitney York, along with everyone connected to them, turned out to be the ultimate proof of the famously beautiful statement “not all who wander are lost.”

he says, walking out the cabin to call his parents. Walking over to my bathroom door I walk in and shut the door behind me. My bathroom is small, a small shower in the corner, my toilet a few feet infront my sink. A small rug with little flowers sits in the middle of the floor. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself, my eyes are red and swollen from crying. My hair is a mess and frizzy from everything that has happened. So many emotions are running through me right now, I feel like a volcano that is about to explode. Dumping lava over the surrounding lands. I know who I am by myself. I’ve grown to love being alone, to find comfort in the silence that fills my days. My grey blue eyes st

Ariana I left a farewell letter to my parents, which is just beside my bed, I don't know if they have seen it or not. The days wore on as I journeyed through unfamiliar lands, seeking refuge in various hostels along the way. Each night, I found myself surrounded by the laughter and intimacy of loving couples, their affectionate gestures a stark reminder of the companionship I had lost. In the hostels, I watched as couples shared tender glances and whispered sweet words, their closeness a testament to the warmth of their bond. This relieved my loneliness of traveling alone.

“I can’t raise him, Luna Elsa. I just can’t. All I see is her and his twin brother.” “So who do you think will raise him if I give you permission to leave?” This time he looks at me. “Me? You haven’t even seen if I can raise this one yet.” I rub my belly. “Please, Luna. I have to go.” “Where will you go?” He shrugs his shoulders at me. “I think I will become a lone wolf.” I didn’t understand the phrase. “A Rogue,” he confirms. “I won’t belong to a pack.”