Lost Ones From Another World Novels & Stories

"...the souls who lost their way." One by one, figures emerged from the darkness: men, women, children, and wolves—all transparent like moonlight. Their eyes were empty, not because they were evil, but because they had forgotten who they were. Lumen covered his mouth. "So many... There are millions." Mercy answered quietly, "They have wandered between worlds since the beginning of time. They no longer remember their names. They no longer remember home." The lantern's flame flickered again. One little girl among the lost souls looked directly at Aiden. She couldn't have been older than five, and she smiled weakly before asking the question that froze every heart:

“They can’t be gone. They can’t be.” But as he spoke, a voice echoed from the key—Cole’s voice, and Lila’s, woven together. We’re not gone, it said. We’re part of the key. Part of the balance. Part of this world. And we’re coming back. But first… There are more keys. More worlds to save. The key floated up into the air, its light flaring bright. And in the sky above, a door opened—a door made of golden light, leading to another world.

I could feel every living thing crying in fear or wonder. The bond that once tied me to Kaelus was gone, burned away in the light—but in its place, a thousand threads had formed, reaching outward into the world. Threads of moonlight and blood. "I can hear them," I whispered. "All of them." Julian frowned. "Who?" "The lost," I said. "The forgotten. The ones no one wanted." I didn’t mean to sound poetic. It was the truth. Their voices drifted in the air—soft, broken, calling for something that no longer existed. Rogues, outcasts, wolves without packs. Their cries had been muted for centuries, buried under the law of the Alphas and the cruelty of the Council.

Lerder stared at the spot where Soren had vanished, feeling the tremors beginning to run through reality itself. "War," he said simply. "War across every world simultaneously." "The end of everything." Between worlds, Soren materialized into chaos. Around him, reality fractured and reformed in impossible patterns. And there—fighting desperately against tendrils of living shadow—were Elara and Lyra. But they weren't the serene guardians he'd expected. They were wounded, their light dimming as corruption spread through their astral forms. And standing before them, wearing a body made of stolen starlight—

The moon appeared between them, enormous and silver. Then another moon appeared beside it. And another. Hundreds. Thousands. The sky filled with moons from countless realities. Emily stared upward. Auren's voice became quiet. “The First World was never destroyed.” Kael stiffened. “What?” “It was hidden.” “Where?” Auren looked at Elias. “Inside him.” Emily's blood ran cold. Elias looked up. “I know.” Auren's smile returned. “That is why I need him.” Emily immediately pulled Elias behind her. “You're not taking him.”

“I also hear from my little pet, Delaney has made some new friends since returning to our world. The beautiful Vampire-Lycan princess of the Mystic Kingdom. Don’t worry, I’ll be taking her too.” I won't let him have you Delaney. I won't let my son get hurt this way. No one will ever hurt the two of you again... 'If you can hear me Levi, WAKE UP!!! He... He's going... After them...' I push through the link before my world goes black and silent.

Because when this kind of gloom covers me up, the feeling of longing and missing the people outside, no one understands me. And I want someone who I can run to when things get tough. And it's wicked of me to say I want to do it with Knight, rather than Kyla. I want Knight to be that someone. "Shayana, you can trust me. I have no other intention from you other than I want to be your friend." If I tell him everything about me, will he accept it? That I grew up with humans? I know he said that we are no different from mortals, but still, we are werewolves. Humans and werewolves are not destined to be together.

Immediately I released his hand from my grasp and I wrapped my hand around his flat stomach. "Erin, if you still want to be with me tell me where you come from," After sighing, Erin also told him about her past. It turned out that there had been civilizations dating back tens of thousands of years. There was chaos that killed almost all the inhabitants of this world. Erin and the remaining hundreds of people then gather energy to reset the world. Some people including Erin were chosen to watch over the world as gods and goddesses and the rest settled in places that even Erin didn't know about.

They discovered an old mirror there that displayed one's fate rather than reflections. Emily saw herself in chains, kneeling before the Hunter. But beside her stood Caelen, older, powerful, his eyes hollow. “He lives,” she whispered. But as the image faded, the Hunter’s voice echoed through the cave: “The blood has awakened the blade. Let the war begin.” The First Strike Before they could leave the ruins, a tremor rocked the ground. The silence was broken by a long, deep, and unusual wail. A glowing red eye came into view from the edge of the trees. One by one. Dozens. Hundreds.

One, they both must be strong enough to survive in the wasteland and if that's the possibility than Amber needs to upgrade her shields because if they can make it up to here than anyone can. Two, they must be guided here by a lost soul. Amber shuddered at her thought. Growing up in this wasteland she had met more than one of them. It's funny how they are called lost but they show the path to people who are lost out there. In this wasteland there are a few creatures that help, these Lycans were lucky that a lost soul found them and it wasn't evil like the others. Lost souls are basically the people that were brutally killed but something from this world still keeps them bound to this world an