Novel Traveller Novels & Stories

he secures his satchel securely across his shoulders as he takes one of my babies from his mother, shifting his appearance just enough to match the expressions and attire of the rest of the royal caregivers. As we begin our slow descent to the surface, I am again astounded by the beauty of the universe. Just one short year ago, I believed that Luxandra was the center of everything--My world was so small when I was simply Milicent Walker. Her mind was too provincial to comprehend how insignificant we are when faced with the eternal sky of the heavens. Once the gate is open fully, travel will be nearly instantaneous between the two realms. But for this first time, we must travel as the first o

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

Those words sting me even harder, I get the worst feeling ever hearing her speak. This must be the one who had made nova, how did it all end like this. She approaches nova with a frown, both ladies seems they were ready to attack each other NOVA'S POV. Of course I had my humanity turned off, I was hu get d fuck and the pull a Wella d the call for blood was hing that kept me movingas I ran out fast and hard towards the direction of the noise. Luckily I met travelers who seemed to have issues of sort with their vehicles, seven of them I had fed on… g them only hanging as I fed them mu blood to heal before compelling each one fit him. To forget about seeing me.

When he was smaller, he and his friends would sit for hours looking at the fishes that passed by. Tucos got up. With one hand on the rail, he stepped on the bridge. With an even pace, he crossed half of the bridge. In the middle, he stopped to see the merchants’ ship. Never before had he seen such colorful sails. The symbol on the sails was unknown to him. The merchants must have traveled far, they weren’t from these parts. “International travelers, what will I see next? Something interesting, I hope.”

"My name is Erik Poulsen. I am 29 and I come from Denmark. I decided to travel the world before I have to get married. I have a fiance at home, waiting for me." "Yay back to me. My name is Jo-ann Holmes. I am 27. I came here because of a job interview. I didn't get the job, but I liked it too much here to go back home. Now I am looking for a job so that I can stay here permanently." "So I guess it is my turn now. My name is Grayson Taylor. I am 19 years old. I from Graham Island. I am traveling the world before I have to take over my father's company."

The cold was sharp and his feet were frost bitten and blistered but the lone traveller clutched the bundle that he carried tighter to himself he had to keep it warm, it had to reach Gesa safe and sound or all was lost, he has journeyed through the desert of Bukarat and into the forest of Nibigan to get it. Ninety days of little food and even less water, fighting off men and creatures that sought to destroy this ray of hope but even if it cost him his last breath he would bring the egg into Gesa, the new dragon lord lived there. In a sleepy town three hundred leagues from where the traveller stood a boy hurriedly packed up his belongings, he wanted to be gone before his mother woke up.

"How do you know he didn't date them all at the same time? What a mess this is, but how exciting for us!" We were at another impasse when another nurse came over with a tray of medical supplies. Upon seeing me, she frowned. "Why are you here again? Didn't we tell you to eat less spicy food? Why are you so fond of it when you know you can't handle it? With how frequently you're here, you might as well just move in here permanently." I stared at the nurse. Her face was completely unfamiliar to me, yet she acted as if she knew me well. Grabbing her sleeve, I asked, "You know who I am?"

"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

Time had no meaning there. “You lost your interest in the world or even living the best.” “I can’t even get out of this cage!” Elena screamed. She’d been furious. This visitor came just to slap what she’s got so badly. Then, there she was again. She saw the little girl with the red hood and ponytail. “You can talk to people outside your cage. You are a traveler,” the little girl said. “Who are you?” “That’s not important,” the girl replied. “But, I’m just as you are – a traveler.”

What he once thought of as realms confined to books and TV shows now seamlessly intertwined with his regular life, injecting an unexpected thrill into his journey. Caught between the surreal and the everyday, John blinked, trying to absorb the gravity of the situation. Unease coursed through him, but the comforting voice of his inner lynx reassured him with a whisper, "home...safe..." Could this be it? A sanctuary where solitude would yield to companionship, just in time for his upcoming birthday in three short weeks. Hope flickered in the shadows of uncertainty, like a beacon guiding him toward the possibility of belonging.