Octopath Traveler Novels & Stories

Amy and Isaac traded a look, seeing us come in like besties. I noticed Isaac had set their original Kinect SLS camera on a tripod aiming at the couch, and an original Ovilus V on the coffee table, with his KII and his tri-field meter. I grimaced, trying to look at Ann. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” “It’s fine, Fran,” my phone app said. “How come you get so many words?” asked Isaac. “It’s an app developed by a Brit ghost hunter. Works better than the Ovilus. And touchpads work wonders, too.”

Thank you, mama," Amber said as she hugged Jarret. "I am going to gather some flowers. I know how much you love them" Amber said walking towards the door. "Be safe and come back soon" Jarret said shouting as Amber was already outside. Amber turned and waved her mother bye. Amber has been carrying flowers for Jarret ever since Darvan died. Darvan was a hunter and he would always pick up Leucojum flowers for her whenever he's coming back from a hunting trip. The flower was so beautiful and Jarret loves it so much so Amber brought it upon herself to be picking up the flowers for her.

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

Tritan is focused on acquiring these essential supplies for the group's Airgarden, ensuring they have a steady and renewable source of breathable air throughout their journey. Prince Tritan, accompanied by Naida and Finrir, locates an oxyplant nursery nestled beside an inn. The assortment of plants catches their attention as they survey the diverse array, each one a distant descendant of sea grass crossbred with land-dwelling plants and organisms thriving around ocean vents. The plants, potted in a special mix of sediment and nutrient-rich, scent-treated fertilizer, are neatly arranged on tables set upon the sea floor. A small shack, constructed from driftwood and woven seaweed, serves as th

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

he bounced back and forth like a fighter, reloading his arms and giving a smoldering stare. Elijah's lips twitched but he stopped the smile before it could break out. He pounded on the door twice and thought for a second, "The Untamed." "The what? What does it mean?" William wondered, shaking his head and widening his eyes to see clearly. Fuck! He shouldn't have overdone it with the drinks. "Wild nature and unwillingness to fully cooperate." "What's the password?" the voice rang out. A slow smile crossed William's lips as he put his mask on, "That's fucking brilliant. I'll come up with the motto-"

Retracting a few steps, I tapped onto the floor again to confirm my suspicion. I gently squeezed Rachel’s shoulder in reassurance and began to loosen my grip on her. When I was sure that she had understood the message, I quickly recoiled from her and proceeded to peel the carpet of the floor. There I found a rectangular box almost mixed with the colour and texture of the wooden flooring looking glaringly out of place to me. If someone hadn’t already suspected that it was a secret pathway to the floor beneath, they would never discover it lying there.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

“It’s the mark of something ancient. Something dangerous. My pack has been fighting it for generations. I thought it was just a curse… until I saw it on you.” He reached over and took my hand, thumb brushing over the scar. The contact sent a spark through both of us. “I don’t know what it means that you carry it,” he admitted. “But I won’t let it hurt you. I swear that on my life.” The sincerity in his voice made my chest ache. We drove deeper into the forest. The trees grew taller, older. The road narrowed until it was little more than a winding path through the woods. Eventually we passed through an invisible barrier — the air shimmered, and suddenly there were wolves running alongside the

Werewolves lurk around humans, and our identities have to remain a secret to avoid endangering the lives of the humans as well as the wolves. As I walked home, I couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was following me. I glanced over my shoulder, but there was no one there. I’m probably paranoid and seeing things. Nyx growls, “You’re not, I can feel someone lurking around” I shake my head wavering her off, thinking she was just being overly protective. "Come on, Nyx, there's no one there," I said, trying to reassure her. But Nyx persisted, her growls growing louder and more insistent. I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic.