Sethos X Wanderer Novels & Stories

Weapons were visible, but the trio did not attack. Aella recognized the embroidery on their sleeves an old, forbidden sigil. She had only ever seen it in a dusty ledger of exiled factions. Thalen’s muscles coiled beneath his tunic, his body language radiating caution. “Wanderers,” he muttered. The lead Wanderer inclined his head slightly, his eyes calculating. “Alpha,” he said, voice low, “you travel with unusual company.” His gaze lingered on Aella, assessing, measuring. Thalen stepped slightly forward, positioning himself between Aella and the intruders. “You’re far from your territory,” he said, voice calm but edged with warning.

“I have a mission for you. These wolves and witches are going to Tartarus—and they’ll need a guide.” “Odysseus?” Jareth blurts. “As in The Odyssey?” Hawk asks, his voice for once unsure. “That Odysseus?” The man bows deeply. “At your service. I am your humble servant.”

I couldn’t leave this position or else he would force his pack to follow me. Once more, I cast my gaze on the battle. I needed someone swift and strong to go in my place. Someone I could depend on, and who could easily leave this area without fear of anyone following them. There were a few choices I could have made, but my new beta, Joey, was the more obvious choice among the many. Searching for him, I finally found him handling two enemies at once. With a nod, I leapt over two warring werewolves in front of me and bounded over to him.

“My brother will be hearing word of this. Causing him and many others to head underground for a while. Allowing time to pass before he rises again.” Azrael rolled over, feeling his wings wrapping around Ava as he moved. Keeping her close and safe from any more harm than she had caused herself. “Now,” he breathed out, just as he allowed her to lay upon one of his invisible wings. “We go home and plan for another attack later.” Hank closed his eyes for a moment before turning them upon the woman on the ground. “Did I see it correctly? Was she a white tiger?” David grumbled, “After everything tonight, and that is the one thing you have a problem with?”

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

The voice came again, but this time it matched the movement of its mouth. “You heard the call.” Aria’s fingers twitched at her sides. “Who are you?” The spirit tilted its head. Its voice was deep, but there was a rasp in it, like it had spoken through centuries of dust. “I am Thalos. Last of the wanderers. Wolf without a den, spirit without a grave.” Her chest tightened. “You’re… dead?” A flicker of a smile, or maybe it was just the way the light shifted on his face.

KEILAH I was wandering into the woods, my senses alive with the crisp scent of pine and the soft rustle of leaves underfoot. A tranquil solitude enveloped me, wrapping around my soul like a comforting embrace. But then, as if nature had scripted a sudden twist, the serenity fractured. A distant howl pierced the air, stirring a primal fear within. It was joined by others, a haunting chorus echoing through the trees. My heart quickened its pace, mirroring the urgency of the wilderness around me. I turned to retrace my steps, only to find my path obscured by an impenetrable thicket.

Monsters shaped from nightmares, creatures from the forge—Nyx Wraiths slithering in the dark, Hellhounds howling through scorched wind, Revenants dragging rusted swords, and towering beasts I didn’t yet have a name for. And among them— Zerathos. Cloaked in smoke and tendrils of pure shadow, he stepped forward like a king returning to his throne. My stomach twisted. The bond between us—this unwanted, lingering tether—buzzed faintly. My light pulsed in rejection, Aria hissing in warning. “He’s calling to me,” I whispered. Xander’s hand gripped mine, firm. “Then don’t answer.” I steadied myself, placing my other hand on his chest. “We end this. Today.”

About four hours later, the sun is also hanging on the top, Tadhg Walter and Gunner Vivian have reached the area of ​​Thousand Moons Earth, according to the instructions on the map by Egbert Leon. In the passport, his name was stated as Tadhg Walter, everything was arranged by Egbert Leon in advance. Underneath is the signature of a person who is also the owner of Thousand Moons Earth, this person is from the Booth family, people often call him Alva Booth, but Tadhg Walter does not know about the big families. Also unlike other places, passersby all look at Tadhg Walter and Gunner Vivian, after all, Gunner Vivian is an extremely rare Only Snow Wolf species, but this will not be the case here