Maelstrom Wanderer Novels & Stories

Vampires, witches, wolves he would reduce them all to ash. Klaus had been dangerous, yes. Klaus had been possessive, selfish, reckless. But this… this was something else entirely. Mael was worse. Far worse. He wasn’t fueled by love or jealousy or even madness. He was fueled by destruction, and destruction alone. I felt him tugging at the air, stretching it, clawing at the seams of reality. A portal. He was trying to open one, but I sensed the snag in his spell. He couldn’t rip it wide enough without something binding us together something we both shared.

"I am called the Wanderer. I have traveled across the void between worlds, searching for the one who carries the bridge." "You have found her." "Yes. I have found you. And I have come with a request." I did not trust the Wanderer. There was nothing hostile in its demeanor, nothing threatening in its presence. But I had learned that appearances could be deceiving. The most dangerous enemies were often the ones who arrived with smiles and polite requests. Kael moved to stand beside me, his hand resting on the blade at his hip. "What request?" The Wanderer's starry eyes shifted to him. "I seek passage. The void between worlds has grown thin in recent seasons. The bridge has made it possible to

Some spun in place slowly, as though they were in an eternal last dance, frozen in the moment of their untimely destruction. Hidden among the wrecks, tucked neatly behind the vast shell of what used to be a Felrahn cruiser, was Maetel’s Lament. It floated serenely in space and did its absolute best to appear to be one of the many dead ships around it. Not that it had any problems in doing so. The corvette was running on minimal power, and with no crew. The only person aboard was Raijin, who was captaining the ship. Though she relied mostly on her automation engine to see things through.

She turned and looked at me and said, “Harlow, they need you to get over there as fast as you can.” “What? Why?” Panic rose up inside of me. “It’s Starla,” Melanie said. “She’s found him, and she’s so mad, she’s ready to attack. Joshua says all hell is breaking loose, and they were not prepared to take on a den of witches.” “Awesome,” I said, wishing there was time for me to get back up from the other mages, but Mage Jaye would be furious if she knew what was going on. I rushed outside and took off in the form of an eagle, flying as fast as I could toward the flashed of light filling the night, flashes that told me there was a fight on and my pack had no one there to protect them.

But wrestling with a werewolf almost double in size seemed to be strenuous. Amelia easily lifted Ella and banged her on the ground like a basket-ball player would dribble a ball. She held her aching hips and bruised elbows and tried to gather courage and strength enough to get up and counterattack. Amelia felt that she had already won the war and started rejoicing. But Ella hadn’t given up yet. “If I lose the battle, then my destination will move farther away from me. My aim is not to win the battle but to escape from the island, reach my city safely, and take care of my siblings.” Ella thought as she prayed to the Moon Goddess again.

I close my eyes and I raise my hands and I trace circles in the air, leaving trails of imaginary water droplets that merge and run into each other becoming shimmering streams of light and water. Then I open my eyes and the Diner is filled with a pale glow and the werewolves have all turned to me but their movements are so, so slow. Then, still not really knowing what I'm doing but just trying to feel my way, I take a deep breath and I blow away the shimmering streams. They whorl and eddy, then disappear. And the werewolves are still. But they're still now because they're watching me. Esme claps her hands in delight. It's the only sound.

This chapter is based on my book Alpha Blake, part of my werewolf-fantasy genre. A special request by one of my wonderful readers. Hope you enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Story of Blake and Selene Landon Selene We arrived at a hotel we were staying in for the next three weeks. It was a grand luxurious hotel. Beautiful inside and out. The lobby was wonderfully decorated with gold and marbled walls and exquisite paintings; there were arrangements of flowers that gave the victorian furniture the perfect touch to the place.

She rose tall, parallel to the sun, and walked to the ledge. Adelaide stopped next to the male, a small gap between them. His breathing quickened and became harsh at her presence. She imagined the memories brought forward by her presence, the vicious look within her eyes as she held his throat in her hand. The sting of her claws against his skin as she gave him the moons mark. The small view into her dark, tormented mind. “You have much to learn. The Moon shall give you strength through your trials and guide you to your destiny.”

“She’s not. Those werewolves are vicious. I have heard rumours that they might destroy the resort. Most of my friends have been telling me to give up on the idea. I didn’t know what they were talking about because I didn’t know their secret identities but now it makes sense. They don’t want the resort reopened. We have invested money in it and to see it to fruition we need someone to defend us.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Fuming, I stormed out of the apartment, making sure to slam the door so hard it nearly fell off its hinges. Running down the stairs, I went outside only to see Bradley running on the side of the road with a blonde girl wearing yoga pants and black sneakers. Her

I didn't really want to talk, I was listening to her, and from her I learned something about the one who was a werewolf and of high rank, and I dozed off listening to her talk about all the strange and unheard of information. The dream came back to me as I dozed off, and at the critical moment when I was about to be torn apart by a giant wolf in that big hole, the amulet on my chest suddenly started to glow. The giant wolf's eyes were filled with dismay and resignation as he struggled away, and my amulet then spontaneously combusted into ashes, and at that moment I felt as uncomfortable as if the birthmark on my body was on fire.