Novelas y relatos de Maelstrom Wanderer

Mia wasn't a rogue, even though she had not been to her pack for three years now. She didn't disown her pack, she just left for a while- at least that was what she kept telling herself, even though the said pack had treated her like death, especially after her second mate died. Not like she could blame them. No one wants to be close to the 'cursed one' and face an unfortunate death, well, except for her best friend, Clara. Clara who had stood by her side after her first mate rejected her, and consoled her when her second chosen mate died.

The Entity taking form, the containment breach, the moment her sister ran toward the console to shut it down—while Maeve froze. Her sister’s last words echoed: Close it. Tears stung her eyes. “I tried.” Not hard enough. The mirror cracked. Water spilled from it, pooling across the floor. The reflection of Cade re-formed within the flood, half-merged with the Entity’s pale glow. Maeve stumbled back as the water rose to her ankles, then to her knees. The deck tilted; alarms wailed, distorted and distant. “Cade!” she screamed. He reached toward her from beneath the surface. “Help me before it—”

On its surface, faint, fractured images of Malachi appeared – moments of him that seemed both familiar and entirely alien, occurring simultaneously in a multitude of realities. Elysia, her voice breaking with desperation, called out, "Malachi!" Aeliana, her voice filled with a gravity they hadn't heard before, intoned, "The vortex you witnessed is the Maelstrom of Moments – where realities converge and diverge. Malachi is trapped, lost amid countless possibilities. To retrieve him, you'll not only have to navigate the complexities of the In-Between but also confront the multitudes of what might have been and what might yet be."

Even though I am part wolf, he follows me and my orders nonetheless. Rage pulsed in my veins, my neck beginning to throb. I immediately linked with all other warriors outside their posts. “We have a trespasser. A male, part witch and part werewolf. Find him at all costs! And do not disappoint me,” I roared, making sure they got the message correctly. All my warriors responded with a huff. They knew what I meant when I ask them not to disappoint me, that is to come back with desired results, or it will be the end for their lives.

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

Self-reliance is my only viable path now. Miguel staggered back into the room, his face twisted in desperation. His eyes were wild, bloodshot, and his clothes hung disheveled on his frame. The sharp, acrid odor of cigarettes clung to him, mingling with the sour reek of sweat and despair. His appearance was terrifying—unkempt hair matted to his forehead, a feral glint in his gaze that spoke of a man teetering on the edge. "Ara," he rasped, voice thick with anguish.

"Kalyssa, talk to me!" "I'm trying, but all you want to do is yell!" I set the grimoire on the counter so nothing would happen to it. He pinched the bridge of his nose to calm himself. Then he looked into my eyes, his lips forming a straight line. "Kalyssa, I understand that you want to know more about your people. But maybe he's not who he says he is." "Xander—" "Kalyssa, think about it!" He let out a long, calming breath. "He just shows up here and says he's an Arctic Wolf-Witch Hybrid! With everything that's going on with Balista right now, it just seems a bit too convenient for me."

When Rex looked up, the Luna was dead, and Tristan was nowhere to be seen. “A little warning next time?” Makai growled. “Sorry. It was like my wolf didn’t want me to go near and touch that shimmer. It was the strangest feeling, my Wolf has never pulled me back before, so I listened to him.” Rex said. “Who do you think took Tristan?” Makai asked.

□○♡◇○♡○♤○♤♡♡♡ I drove aimlessly around the town like a little boat upon a winding river twisting towards an endless black sea, further and further drifting away from where i want to be, who i want to be. As I gaze into the depths of my inner world, a world without Aurora, I find myself entangled within the tempestuous grasp of turbulent emotions. They resemble a violent storm, where the heavens roar with thunderous echoes and the tempestuous winds rage relentlessly. Each emotion becomes a torrential downpour, pelting against the fragile walls of my being.