Novel Road Novels & Stories

The idea was a dangerous one, a spark of hope that could easily be crushed by the harsh reality of my existence. Today, after another day of school and another terse exchange with Mrs. Wyatt about something Zane had falsely accused me of doing, I walked the familiar path back to the quarter. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in fiery hues, a stark contrast to the quiet ache in my chest. I was ten, and I was Cole Junior, the invisible boy of the Wyatt household. But somewhere, deep down, a tiny flame of defiance flickered. I might not know the truth now, but one day, I would. One day, I would find out why. And then, maybe then, I wouldn't be invisible anymore.

Now the car stopped on a lonely road that had been abandoned for a long time, but strangely the buildings on the side of the road looked clean and well-maintained, but not a single living human could be seen along the road. Azareel opens his book, there is a clue where the dimensional door is located. The eight handsome young men started to follow Azareel who walked to the middle of the road, to be more precise to the road divider.

Rowan occupied the seat behind her, and Dean sat by the opposite window, studying the passing forest. The road followed the Columbia for long stretches. The river appeared and disappeared between the trees, sometimes close enough to glimpse sunlight dancing across the water. Other times, it vanished completely behind hills and thick evergreen growth. For a while,e no one spoke much. The road itself demanded attention. Several abandoned vehicles blocked sections of pavement, forcing detours and slow navigation. Every mile reminded them how quickly the world had fallen apart. By late morning, they reached the outskirts of the town. The first thing Evelyn noticed was how normal it looked. The s

After waving their goodbye, Charlotte drove her car towards the new home, new life, and new beginning. Having a nice adventure storybook in his hand Noah passed the boring five-hour travel, Charlotte didn’t miss the truck’s path which is going before them. As she doesn’t know the proper route to reach the place she thought it’s better to follow the truck instead of trusting google maps. The high dazzling city buildings welcomed them after a tiring journey. Noah opened the window shield to look at the new city. The streets were busy and crowded by the people even on Saturday afternoon.

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

There was a guard shack, and man in uniform stepped out to greet us. Dad rolled down the window on the driver's side, and the guard lowered him self to peer in with a smile on his face. "Good evening your majesty! Go on in, the other alphas have already arrived. Stay on the main road that runs through the center of the pack housing. At the top of the hill you will see the Alpha Marcus's mansion."

The horse slowly continued down the road, sensing that something isn`t right. When they reached the hill, the merchant knew exactly what it was. The remains of camp or a battle, he wasn`t sure…nor did he wanted to know. He turned, mounted his horse and went into the other direction. The Long Road, they call it. It certainly earned that name. Somewhere high above him, on rocky edge, hidden among two sides of the mountain stood an inn, old and freshly repaired, but still it was an inn. He hurried his horse. The inn was large, it had three of four floors, he couldn’t tell. It was getting larger and larger with each passing feet. He dismounted. Two large, but rundown, wooden doors loomed over hi

Elowen studied the map closely. "They're connected." Thin golden threads stretched between the circles. Not straight lines. Gentle curves. Like rivers finding one another. Caelum's eyes widened. "The roads..." He whispered. "They're coming back by themselves." Hope looked more closely. He was right. No one was building these new roads. No lantern was guiding them. No ancient magic was restoring them. People were traveling. Writing letters. Sharing seeds. Telling stories. Helping strangers. The roads were growing because hearts had remained connected.

Reasonable honestly. Then nobody answered. Because the answer was obvious. The symbols described something called: The Four Roads. Ancient paths leading to forgotten places. Most had vanished from history. Then Ava traced one symbol carefully. Then: "This road." Pause. Then: "It leads to the City of Echoes." Silence. Then Rowan smiled. Dangerously. Then: "The City of Echoes sounds cool." Then Cassian immediately replied. Then: "That's exactly why it's dangerous." God. No.

Now all I saw was a pathetic man drowning in his own ego. He never understood me, or maybe he never even tried to. Kian thought I couldn’t live without him. He never realized that leaving him was the first time I’d truly been able to breathe. I replied to Harper with a rolling eyes emoji and typed, "He can continue being delusional." Over the following weeks, I threw myself completely into photography work and my new life. The scenery in Vaelith was beautiful. I wandered through the city with my camera, photographing rain-soaked streets, elderly men feeding pigeons, and couples kissing beneath glowing streetlights.