Sahara Novels & Stories

They observe the parameter through mini drones and laptops. Detective Warren Peace and the group arrive Central Park, Manhattan. The sphinxes and Rachael separate themselves from the group. It would be wise to divide the group. They are still suspicious of the detective after all. Warren checks his wrist watch as he leads this odd group to the grass. Sun bathes their skin with it’s burning embrace. “I'm not risking my life to come burn under the bloody sun,” Samuel complains. “I am pretty sure we are not here to chill on the grass, Warren” Gabriel says.

Like Gabe and Archie. Eastwood or Dark Forest is a city of the dead, and is the territory of the purebloods who are very anti-werewolves. No werewolves would ever get out of there safely. "I was about to follow Lyla to Northernwood. Archie and I got lost on the way. The route seemed endless, and somehow we entered the Dark Forest. Because we felt the Dark Forest was quite safe, we continued along the edges. According to Lyla, we could get to it. to Northernwood on a loop through the Dark Forest. Then ... "Gabe hung up the sentence. He seemed hesitant to finish his words when he saw Ashton's jet irises had changed color-yellow.

She told them. Loud gasps could be heard from the group. “However, I will be passing your judgement seer, you have betrayed your kind, your continent and your people. For that your will be stripped of your powers, your memory of this place and everything to do with the supernatural world will be erased from your memory then you will be sent back to Africa where you will live your life as a normal human.” She told him and his eyes widened.

"Of course you can. What's your name, honey?" Kenya's eyes widened and she took a step back moving closer to Jules, suddenly shy. "It's K-Kenya, like the country." Shy but by no means modest. She sounded smug. "Really? That's cool. I'm Venus, like the planet." "Like the planet, huh? That is pretty cool." She admitted reluctantly. "I learned it in school. Mrs. Abernathy says it's Earth's sister planet." "Yeah? What else do you know about Venus?"

I didn't study geography to understand what he had just done, so to be honest I was lost. "The Sahara Desert is in line to the forest and by this time of the year, the North wind rises from it. Which means you're going there on land in order not to draw attention and when you're done in nothing more than 5days, we send an aircraft to pick you and the girls up," he addressed again, explaining his diagram systematically. "Why an Ultimatum?" A new voice asked this time from the far end.

[June 28, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Sorrow Field - Eben, Meccichuzan (22:14)] One rainy night, there were two men who crawl on an open grass field. The thunders are roaring, skies are dark filled with gray clouds, and it seems like the world is in the middle of catastrophe. “Alright now, stay low and make the quietest noise that you can make in your movements.” The man who leads the way whispered.

Samantha and Andrew are back at the same beach, they approach a travel agent and book a trip to a new location. They book a trip to, Torres del Paine, in Chile! The park is known for its stunning landscapes, including towering mountains, vast glaciers, and pristine lakes. Samantha and Andrew decides to spend their time hiking, exploring, and enjoying the breathtaking views. One day, they decide to hike to the base of the majestic Torres del Paine - three granite spires that rise over 2,500 meters into the sky. The hike is long and difficult, but the view is worth it!

No more and no less. Aaliyah liked her life these days. She’d worked hard to assemble it. Now it was as if she might as well not have bothered. She laughed a little at that, though not because it was funny. She was sitting in the back of an armored SUV, halfway up the side of a mountain in the remotest region of the kingdom of Sohar, known for winning wars against the Bedouins in antiquity and for otherwise being a largely isolated wet and gray archipelago located off the Gulf.

"If this is part of the cycle, we end it before it starts." The Journey to the Sahara The VTOL flew over the immense expanse of sand, the golden dunes extending eternally beneath the blistering sun. "This place feels like it could swallow us whole," Vanessa murmured, averting her eyes as she gazed out the window. "It might," Rook replied, his tone somber. "If what we’re looking for is buried here, it’s not going to give itself up easily." "Stay focused," Damien said, his gaze fixated on the horizon. "This is just another battlefield."

​The private island of Ilha de Prata was a jagged tooth of white sand and volcanic rock rising out of the turquoise expanse of the Indian Ocean. It was a place that didn't exist on any commercial map, a sovereign sanctuary Sierra had purchased under a shell company when she first realized that the world would never stop hunting her children. Here, the air was free of the metallic hum of the Spire and the suffocating scent of the Northern Alliance. It smelled only of salt, sun-drenched hibiscus, and the deep, terrifyingly quiet pulse of the sea.