Smiling Proud Wanderer Novels & Stories

“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.

The refined shape and the weird red cloak draping, its body screamed only one creature; the Wanderer. I continue forward, not hesitating to reach out. “Hello, Wanderer. What’s happening?” I asked, wanting a reply to all of this but the wanderer kept shut, its face completely covered by its hood. But as it rose its head, the red moonlight showed its features. My face. My eyes stared back at me with nothing but emptiness. I staggered back. My face—expressionless, hollow—stared at me from beneath the Wanderer’s hood.

"Unpleasant? What happened?" He shrugged casually, but there was a hint of something deeper in his eyes. "Let's just say being a wanderer isn't as glamorous as it sounds. But I'm back now, and I'm finding that the pack has changed. You, for example." His gaze softened for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're new here, aren't you?" I nodded. "Yes, I am. Still getting used to everything." "Mind if I know your name?" He asked with a charming smile plastered on his thin lips.

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.

That smile that used to annoy me yet suddenly made my day. I'll try to keep that smile on your face, Amaya. Soon whenever I'm sure and brave enough to talk to you about my feelings when I don't have this monster inside me already. I will be there confessing my feelings to you because you're the pride I don't wanna get touched. Just looking at you right now made me calm down and satisfied. Indeed, what I need is someone that will change me naturally. Not forcing me to change or demanding me to do so.

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.

Some were dealing with or preparing for the unexpected loss of a loved one, and others were searching for their destined route on a road map previously unwritten. In the end, they all came out of it. While not unscathed–still forever and ever grateful for the lessons learned; Finding themselves, and one another. Hollis Bogard and Whitney York, along with everyone connected to them, turned out to be the ultimate proof of the famously beautiful statement “not all who wander are lost.”

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….