Promises Of A Wandering Hero นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What about me? Where do I fit in your plan?" He finally looked at me. Impatience was flickering in his eyes. "You're my mate. That doesn't change. But duty comes before personal feelings." I gathered what little strength I had left and cried, "No! I won't agree to this!" Ryder's gaze turned predatory in an instant. "If you won't consider the good of the pack, do you deserve to be my pack's Luna?" His phone rang. Isabelle's name lit up on the screen.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

His ribs had nearly cracked again, one breath away from permanent damage. It hadn't just been Miranda forcing him—Heidi warned her. Even her own parents. Everyone knew the Roccas worshiped heirs. But she pitied him. Believed in them. Married him anyway. And now? This was her punishment for loving the wrong guy. 'Steven, I hope you regret this for the rest of your life.' *** By the fourth morning, the Rocca chapel doors creaked open. Steven stepped inside. "Honey, I've come to take you home." His voice was hoarse, his face worn and exhausted.

"I've had plenty of flings. Casual relationships that never lasted more than a few weeks. Smart, beautiful, interesting women, but none of them ever stirred anything beyond physical attraction and surface-level compatibility. With you, it was different from the moment we met on that plane. You challenged me. You made me laugh. You made me think. And then I panicked. I didn't know how to handle feelings that intense, that overwhelming. I was terrified of losing you, of ruining everything before it even started. So I made terrible decisions. Creating Wanderer was my cowardly way of getting close to you when I didn't have the courage to be vulnerable as Nate." My heart warmed at his confession.

"Most likely." His gaze sweeps over the next page. "It says the Wanderers with special abilities are human, and it only manifests once in their lifetime. The powers are triggered by intense emotions and it often happens in a moment of crisis. They are often mistaken to be supernatural entities," he looks at me. "Like werewolves and witches." "So, a Wanderer?" He nods. "Yeah." Running a hand through his hair, he lets out a frustrated groan. "I can't believe we thought she was like us."

He smiled a knowing grin that made my blood run cold. "It matters not how you feel about the situation my dear. Per the agreement between your mother and King Elirond many moons ago you are in fact the property of the Kingdom of Astraea. You, Calliope Silverthorne, are the promised child to the crown." My breathe went still as I processed his words. "Clara made a trade, your life for her freedom and we have come to collect". What did he mean I was the promised child? Did he just say my mother sold me? Where the hell is Astraea? And why did he say my last name my silverthorne? None of this makes any sense. I was starting to lose focus, whether it be from the freezing cold box I was in or the

We all knew that despite the love and unions within our individual couples, we’d need to unite as one to take on the future. Thank you for reading BOUND BY A PROMISE. If you haven't read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina's story, or TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia's story, I hope you will. The next book in the Brutal Vows series is QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Rei and Jasmine's story.

"That you'll be going back to the States with me. I want you to promise to go back with me. Mother is no longer herself. Father seems to have aged ten years in two years. I want you to promise that you'll go home with me." I saw the indecision cross his face. The troubled expression. I watched him battle with himself. "Roaming the streets and drinking is not the answer, Tann. Please.... Let us help you, please." I had to wait a long time while he tried to sort himself out. When I almost gave up that hell promise, he spoke out. "I promise." The words so lowly spoken lifted a heavy weight from my shoulder. I found myself taking a deep sigh of relief. "Thank you. Thank you so much." I groaned,

With determination etched into his features, he set his sights on the horizon, resolved to continue the journey that fate had set before him. He will surely find them. After all, he has a promise he should fulfill. With each step forward, Liam whispered a silent vow to himself: he would press on, driven by the hope that awaited him at the journey's end. And as he embarked on the path that lay ahead, he carried with him the weight of his newfound resilience, a beacon of light amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf them all. He is surely going to find the answer to his questions. However, right now, he should get going.

The song swelled, and a voice emerged, not a call but a presence, warm yet vast: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, claim your promise.” A figure materialized, not a weaver or a shadow, but a woman, her form woven from prismatic light, her face shifting between Jessica’s mother, Echo, and herself, her eyes a kaleidoscope of hope and sorrow. “I am Auris,” she said, her voice the song’s crescendo, resonating with love and warning. “The Promise Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but its future is unwoven. Choose its path, and weave your place.” Kade’s growl was soft, his hand brushing Jessica’s, his voice raw with devotion. “Choose? Jess, you’ve carried us this far. Whatever this is, we’re with yo