Savage Lands Novels & Stories

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

EPISODE ONE.. SOMEWHERE IN THE SOUTHERN KINGDOM Of ASSYRIA. "We have to go back to the palace, Young miss, else I'm gonna get in trouble for helping you leave the palace." Karen the Handmaiden of the princess couldn't help to worry about the consequences of her actions.. Earlier on the princess had overheard the king's conversation with his subjects about forming a marriage alliance with the wolves to put an end to the never ending war between the human race and the wolves..

KAIDA I stood between realms, a fragile dam against a rising tide of spirits. Following the light radiating from each apparition within the estate, I anchored as many souls as I could, ushering them into the afterlife. My body felt like a hollow vessel; I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I moved with desperate resolve. I had to protect my pups and my mates from the Gashadokuro’s impending assault. I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin.

Both of us nodded as Caliath furthered. “The Mistland Hollow is not a normal forest. The Dhwlarians' lingering presence warps reality. Paths loop back on themselves. The air thickens with alternative realities and false memories. Trees are carnivorous, and shadows are hungry. The creatures do not simply kill. They play. They are artists of terror, and they enjoy it, reminding the Hunted of what they are capable of.” “How do you know all this?” I asked, my voice trembling. Every feature on his face contorted in pain at my question. “Not important, focus on the information I am giving you. Hunted are not privy to this.”

It was either he’d joined one of the small werewolves villages, as he could easily hide his identity in places like that, or he was in the Middle Lands. My guts went with the latter. The Middle Lands operated just like the Commoners’ Land, The difference though was that in Middle Lands weren’t just dominated by humans, but by both werewolves and humans. A treaty had been put in place to ensure that was possible. Yet the Middle Land was known to be one of the most dangerous places to be in, and even more dangerous if this person was human—all the more reasons that Asher would be there. *** The Middle Land had been my next destination.

He growls. The rogues come from a territory known as the Rogue Lands. It doesn’t just hold rogue shifters, it holds rogues of all supernatural species. The only reason you would end up there is if you were banished from your kingdom for breaking laws, and it wasn’t just any law broken. It had to be severe enough to warrant the banishment. Euan puts his foot all the way down, the gas pedal hitting the floor as we zoom past the rogue wolves, leaving them in a cloud of dust.

Jane took a deep breath. As the vehicle that was taking her to Rodrigo's mansion approached, her heart beat faster and faster. When she got off the plane earlier, someone was waiting for her in her car. It seemed like Rodrigo knew she was coming. It was the right decision for her and Brian to leave for Samar first. Brian stayed behind to prepare what they needed to escape from Rodrigo's grasp.

“For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.” “Anything else,” asked Ava. Sounding more willing than she did before. “Yes,” stated Willow simply. “I want you to read up some Native American legends. If you have questions, I don’t want you to be afraid to ask.” Then the ghostly image of an elder Native woman was gone. Leaving Ava Miller alone in her room, once more. “I really hope that I’m not losing it,” whispered the twenty-year-old woman.

when the thought just goes through his mind, his face turns instantly pale before he falls into cold sweat. Right. He could leave on his own to find his little guy on his own, a spirit warrior he didn't even remember the name just walked in front of him and said arrogantly. "I seemed to see the Abandoned One. He was running when the Big Two Feet Beast showed up. He was running into the other side of the forest where he also went up the other Big Two Feet Beast. All of us know the other side of this forest is next to the barren land leading to the plains. Every runaway sl-ves always goes to that side to escape, do you think--" Before even the spirit warrior can finish his words.

I knew I was different inside, but there was something still holding me back. What could I possibly know about running a pack anyway? Everyone that I had once trusted had rejected me, so I turned rogue and lived wild. It was the only way to survive in the mountains. You either hunted or became the hunted. Crawling on my knees, I squeezed through the entrance of the cave as it wasn't that wide of an entrance, but I'd been starving for so long and lost more than a few pounds, that I could fit through the space. Once I made my way through, I fell right into a mushy pile of leaves and wet mud. An earthy scent of rain still lingered in the air. Pushing myself up on my palms, I stood up and inhale