Smiling Proud Wanderer Novels & Stories

I knew at that moment that whatever was about to be revealed was not going to be something good. The girl only said one thing more as we moved through the looming darkness, her voice like a mere whisper in the wind, "There are two honors, commonly known as houses here in Rozbite Lustro Institution— the Wanderlusters, and Stonemaskers. For the Wanderlusters, these are wanderers whose souls are a countless tales of broken homes, with their dark pasts casted upon shadows, living only for the moment, beyond fragile things. To keep it simple, these are the teens who wander the world, searching for a place they can call home. For them, home is always a place they've never been, or a place they've

"I am called the Wanderer. I have traveled across the void between worlds, searching for the one who carries the bridge." "You have found her." "Yes. I have found you. And I have come with a request." I did not trust the Wanderer. There was nothing hostile in its demeanor, nothing threatening in its presence. But I had learned that appearances could be deceiving. The most dangerous enemies were often the ones who arrived with smiles and polite requests. Kael moved to stand beside me, his hand resting on the blade at his hip. "What request?" The Wanderer's starry eyes shifted to him. "I seek passage. The void between worlds has grown thin in recent seasons. The bridge has made it possible to

“Elena…” Matteo smiled weakly. “You were always the brave one.” Tears burned down her cheeks. “Don’t ask me to do this.” His voice softened. “It’s not a request. It’s a release.” The alarms grew louder. The holographic lion above them began to flicker again, the golden eyes pulsing faster. Lucia shouted, “The system’s rebooting! You’ve got seconds before it reinitializes!” Matteo looked at her one last time. “Pride isn’t about never falling. It’s about rising after the fall. Make me proud, sorellina.”

"Where does your mind wander, boy?" The boy's eyes turned to the smiling bearded bald man standing proudly in front of him. He was holding a barred spear in his left hand--its shaft made of wood-- while his right hand was supporting a large deer on his shoulder. After staying for more than a year in the village, Sirius had become familiar with all of the village's residents, allowing him to recognize the man immediately. More so when the man in front of him was a famous figure.

She said proudly as walked to the mirror to make sure her lipstick was intact. “Yeah I know, but thank you would be more appreciated” he said as he grabbed his car key ‘Thank you’ is one of the words that is missing and will never be found in Flora’s dictionary. Even when it is finally found, she hardly says it. She will never say thank you because thinks she deserves all the attention and worship or probably because she’s a proud as a peacock, there’s no need to be appreciative. Gregor knows this but never fails to tell her how beautiful she is, because if he doesn’t; then trouble and drama is bound to start.

"I don't belong to any faction. I'm just a wanderer." After experiencing quite a lot during his journey, he was able to remain calm under Rubern's pressure. "Really? You're a wanderer? Good, good. That's good," Rubern said mockingly as he strolled away. When Rubern had walked away, Adrian asked, "Who is that person? Is he formidable?"

His other guitars traveled with the remainder of our baggage. The driver waiting outside the terminal was young but gave a cocky, knowing grin when meeting me. I knew this was Wade, the man Krispin sponsored. He was tall and boyishly lean with sandy-colored, too-long hair that he continually moved out of his eyes with a flick of his head or swipe of his hand. He reminded me of the perfect surfer dude and I was sure the girls fell at his feet. I couldn't help but notice that his eyes were too old for his youthful face.

He looked at me with a dashing smile that can make every girl turn on. He's very attractive and intelligent. Well, so are Max, Flynn, and Conan. Though they've never been this composed. He's almost perfect. But what will this Mister Perfect do to help me fix my problem along with his?

“How did you get strong? You said you were not always like this.” “I never told you about that but I guess you knew from the book,” Grim said but he didn't seem angry, more like resigned. Rose nodded and he continued. “I was a wanderer,” he said. “I traveled a lot, just... existing. You know, living for the moment. I wasn’t the leader of a clan, I wasn’t bound by anyone’s rules or expectations. I had no title and no responsibilities. I was... free.”

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and let a trace of loneliness seep into my voice on purpose. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you came home.” I stepped forward to help him out of his jacket. When I looked up, I noticed his swollen lips. Catching my gaze, Evan instinctively touched the corner of his mouth and winced. “That girl’s like a puppy. Once she bites, she doesn’t let go.” The tips of his ears turned red. There was a faint smile tugging at his lips, like he was reminiscing about something he could not say out loud.