Promises Of A Wandering Hero Novels & Stories

"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

“Your heartbeat—” I gasp. “It’s… slowing.” The child grabs my arm. “She’s slipping.” I cling to Kieran, my strength fading fast. Time claims what it is owed. “I don’t regret it,” I whisper. “Promise me… promise me you’ll live.” His tears fall onto my face. “Don’t you dare leave me.” I smile weakly. “You always hated promises.” “Stay,” he pleads. “Please.” The Goddess crawls closer, desperation replacing pride. “If she dies, this law will unravel.”

Not as a burden. As an invitation. And somewhere beyond memory, beyond the dream, beyond all the cycles that had once defined reality— a promise lingered. Not written in a book. Not protected by Pillars. Not guarded by ancient systems. A simple promise carried by ordinary people every day. The promise that no matter how difficult today became— someone, somewhere, would choose tomorrow. And as Ama walked toward the city, toward her friends, toward another ordinary evening— she felt something she hadn't felt in countless lifetimes.

It was the only way to save her and our family. “I promise, but you must also promise not to take any unnecessary risks. Don’t try and be the fucking hero. You would do anything to save people even if it were a detriment to yourself. For me, for Xander, for our family, and certainly for our future, you must swear to us that you won’t try to be the hero.” There was a fierce determination in her eyes when she looked at me before looking at Xander as well. “I swear to you, mates,” she promised, and we knew that she would never break that promise. She was a woman of her word.

Warriors patrolling land that still belongs to us. My fingers stop trembling. This is what worthy looks like. Standing alone on a rooftop with guilt in your throat and choosing the pack anyway. It doesn't change anything. I'm still angry at the goddess. Others are still struggling. But the border stands. And my father’s promise stands with it. “I did what I had to,” I whisper. The wind carries it away. Even if it costs me more than anyone will ever know.

she whispered, her voice a soft murmur of concern and love. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I promise," he replied, his touch conveying the depth of his feelings. With that promise lingering in the air, Kavan and his warriors moved forward, their hearts set on freedom, their steps echoing with the determination to protect the ones they loved. The final battle for their packs had begun, a battle that would determine the course of their history, a battle that would either lead them into a future of liberty or condemn them to perpetual darkness.

My boyfriend, Marcus Reid, had hearing loss, so he often couldn’t make out what I said. I asked him to buy a skincare set, but he came home with two. "I must have heard you wrong again. I'll just give the extra one to Lauren." I asked him to buy a chocolate cake, but he came home with vanilla. "I heard you wrong. Lauren likes this flavor, l'll just give it to her." Later, I carefully designed our future home and asked him to buy a house for us in Southville. But on the day we were supposed to inspect the house, he drove us all the way to Northville instead. When he noticed that I hadn't said a word the entire time, he apologized, "I'm really sorry. I didn't hear you clearly. I thought you li

After some stretches, he teaches Eileen some ways to prevent her from being hurt by someone. “Why can’t I use my promise?” She asked. “ You can’t use your promise to an outsider, it's against the law of our world. Like outside we have leaders but the strongest leader is unknown. They say he has a family and he’s living as an outsider but we don’t know what promise he had, no one knew who he was and no one saw him fight in battle.” Eileen answered with a yawn, he chuckled seeing that side of her.

“Don’t call her a whore, don’t roll your eyes at her, don’t throw a drink on her, don’t disrespect her, don’t walk away, don’t look at her the wrong way-“ “Wait a second!” I told him as his words were going too fast. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there with you, and this time I’ll immediately defend you.” He reassured me. This time I trusted his words a bit more because he did not promise me something and usually a promise didn’t end well for Christian.

I simply loved how he said 'for now', like Kenzie and I were free to kill each other afterwards, “ I've already gotten Kenzie's promise that she'll play nice... Now I have to be sure that you will too,” “ It's Kenzie we're talking about here... She breaks promises almost as often as she breaks hearts... Which is actually pretty often. How sure are you that she'll keep this promise?” “ As sure as I am that you'll keep yours!” he said, a bit too confidently if I may add. Kenzie isn't usually reliable. She changes her mood and mind faster than you can say 'shazam'. So I was really curious as to what Rory told her to convince her to 'play nice'.