Sethos X Wanderer Novels & Stories

"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."

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

she cried. Hades's face hardened instantly for there was nothing she could do to prevent what was going to happen. Once they entered the throne hall, sure enough, she found her nephew Hermes, the messenger god, approaching. His hair tumbled from the wind and the wings on his ankles still fluttering from the speed of his coming.