Octopath Traveler Novels & Stories

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-"

“I’d rather eat a roasted squid, mother. So I’ll catch my own food.” I stood up seriously, not looking at my brother, who was eyeing us suspiciously. Lucien With the wolf dormant inside me, it was easy to take my Luna to the airport. “Lucien, I don’t have a passport. I’ve never needed to fly, my family never had to send me anywhere except by vehicle.” “Don’t worry about those formalities, Layla. I’m an alpha.” Layla let out a mocking laugh as she crossed her arms below her still swollen breasts. I could feel their density, even as I kept the beast inside me asleep with some oriental medicine.

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.

I still have a bit of my independence along with me, something I don't want to lose in the abyss of married life. Amia is eight months pregnant. She says her due date is anywhere between the 21st or 26th of June. My mom thinks I am a total nutcase for even bothering Amia at all these days after everything she has done. That is true to an extent, but one needs to see the bigger picture in order to launch a perfect deadly strike at one's opponent. To see the picture from inside out I need to infiltrate the red zone and observe everything. Besides that sweet baby she is carrying will be my stepdaughter, the perfect weapon for a waging war.

Tugging at Hunter’s hand, we turned around just as his Beta came walking over to us. “Hello, I am Beta Damien. Allow me to escort you back to your home,” he said, bowing his head respectfully. I looked at Hunter who nodded. The beta turned on his heel and started leading us towards, a portal? "Who needs doors when you have portals?" Hunter commented and I eyed him questioningly. He has some explaining to do after what I saw him do several times before. For some reason, I glanced at my right and caught sight of a pair of eyes watching me from the crowd. It was the older woman who helped me escaped. Tears have sprung from her eyes as she looked at me desperately.