Miriam Wandersong Novels & Stories

Their children learned to tell stories not only with voices, but with the way light danced across their faces. When a Keeper died, they did not bury them. They burned their names into wooden stones and placed them by the hearth. Their warmth joined the Flow. Their memory glowed through the night. --- The Return of the Song One evening, after many seasons, as Mira sat by the river, she heard something beyond the campfire’s hum. A low vibration. Deep, resonant, familiar. She rose to her feet, heart trembling.

"Mr. Chadler had given these two invitations to Ms. Victoria. Mr. Chadler also said Ms. Victoria could give it to anyone she wanted. "Not to mention, Silas isn't a manservant. He's Ms. Victoria's guard. Ms. Victoria is of a noble lineage. She's not like you lot." Victoria was exasperated as she looked at Wendy's arrogant attitude. Wendy was talented at offending people on her behalf. With just a few words, Wendy successfully offended everyone here, increasing their hatred toward Victoria. "Are you talking about the Holy Maiden who left the clan regardless of the consequences? If it weren't for her, outsiders would not have been able to get through the barriers so easily.

Smiling at her mother, Melissa gave her a comforting embrace, knowing that this was the end of their hundreds of years long journey. Yes, Destine is here for a reason, the Moon-Goddess lends her beloved white-wolf to help the endless journey of the man who has become the greatest king in wer**olf history, all of which will continue to tell the story of Titus Osmund’s glory as the greatest Alpha king of all time. “Morena’s soul is headed this way and this is Pearl’s dark magic book” My mother, Lola told me and I nodded my head. “There is only left Pearl’s mortal body” I replied and closed my eyes to see the current condition of Sabrina who was already one step closer to the black witch’s body

Maybe it takes a few minutes to develop. I grin and try to admire Liam, but I don’t want to say it back. Nothing feels different. I still love him, but he’s not the one. Liam is looking at me, but it isn’t a look of true love. It’s lustful and carnal. I feel a pit in my stomach as reality sets in. Liam isn’t my mate. How can this be? And how was he able to call me his mate if he’s not mine? “Zara,” a woman’s voice says in my head, “my name is Lavender. I’m your wolf and you’re in grave danger, my dear. You need to run. You need to run now. Your life depends on it.”

As to why he chose to pardon them, none of them knew. “Elder Miriam, do you still wish that we would go after the boy?” Barbarian Lord Magma asked. He no longer called Elder Miriam ‘Teacher’, for she had lost that privilege the moment she questioned his orders. His intentions were clear now. She had been spared because she was his teacher, but now that title had been ripped from her as punishment. And this meant that the next time she dared go against him so publicly without giving it a second thought, Waska and Rasa were free to do with her as they wished.

Warrior Brian stood up looking defeated as his family continued to weep for Sameka Manigo. After that, I looked back up at the stage and Miriam's huge wolf was shaking her so violently that I had to look away. My stomach couldn't take it. Miriam's wolf was in full control. Miriam's extremely large jet-black wolf shook her, taking her life, draining the life out of her. We all witnessed Sameka Manigo take her last breath. Once she did, Miriam's wolf reluctantly dropped her and growled. She walked around the bloody light brown wolf, the now dead she-wolf. Then, she started swiping her paw across the dead she-wolf's belly, cutting it deep.

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

"They are wanderers. They have always been wanderers." "How do you know?" "I saw them. In the vision. They are the ones who have never chosen." --- The Circle gathered at the gate. I walked forward, alone, my hands open. Dax followed a few steps behind, close enough to protect, far enough to let me speak. The gray wolves did not move. Their leader, a female with silver streaks in her fur, stepped forward. "I am Mira. We have come to see." "See what?" "See if the Circle is real. See if love is real. We have heard stories, but stories are not proof."

"I don't know. But I promise, I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe, to keep the little ones safe, and to make you the One the gods had chosen to stop whatever wreck the vampires are planning.” Olivera wanted to ask how Miriam knew of the babies in her womb, but she let it go the at the last second. Miriam was a powerful witch. However, she nodded, a sense of resignation settling over her. She didn't know what the future held, didn't know what trials and challenges lay ahead. But one thing was certain: she would face them head-on, with courage and determination, for the sake of those she loved. She wouldn’t be of much use to Raul anyway, in this unrefined state she was. and she can’t kee

"Blessed by the Gods of Sun and Moon, Hymir, your glory, and prosperity, Envied by faraway lands, Touched by the blessed hues of the sun, Embraced by the serene darkness of the night, Guided by the wings of Fiachra, May you live long over time." Morrigan started to sing the anthem of Hymir as she slowly lost her voice. She sat on the ground and leaned her body on the mound. She continues to hum the anthem with great familiarity, closing her eyes, her humming fades as she drifts to slumber, her body heavy from tiredness and a slight fever running on her system. Morrigan's body had suffered from drastic changes throughout the week. Her eyes had evident dark circles caused by the lack of sleep