The Journey Of The West Novels & Stories

Murphy still seemed to be under the shock of the bombshells, she wasn’t saying anything, she was just trying to feel the gravity of the earth pulling them, it was the sudden actions of disbelief that kept her in incredulity. The sand storm had again been formed by the monstrous engines running through the heart of the golden sandy land, they couldn’t appreciate the destination they were traveling to, everything was covered with the sand flying around them like a dust devil. It was when they had traveled a few km on the ride that the destination was due. The engine slowed down a bit, and the sand land was over, they were entering into a huge stony built area. They couldn’t see clearly from th

"I know that. I love you." After placing a soft kiss on her forehead, Nicholas backed away and watched as the wagon made for the narrow path that led away from the safety of the enchanted limits of the city by the sea with a small group of horseback soldiers behind them. It was nearly a three-week journey to the Westlands and there were many dangers along the way. Nicholas looked up to the sky above him and closed his eyes as he prayed for the safe passage of his youngest child. "Blessed Fates, whatever path lies before her, make it a gentle one."

He informed the family that he was going around the world to seek help for the growth of his nation and that it would take him three months if all things were equal. He sat on the porch of the flying horse 'father' and fled from the mansion. Junior did not know how long it would take him to return to the Indo Continent. Junior was carried through the cloud by the frying horse. It took him several weeks since they continued to cook day and night, and when they descended, they were hovering in the air over the Indo continent.

Mary drew close to us and whispered, “We got friends who know a safe passage back to our home. They’re waiting at the Sundance Saloon.” Walking down the dirt road toward the crossroad, my friends and I felt like we were in a Western movie; saloons, stagecoaches, cowboys, and the Old West letters. The only difference was the people on the streets who came from different timelines. War’s End happened to be at the center of the four trade routes that converged together, with rows of buildings formed into the shape of a cross. Caravans and travelers streamed like colorful waves, arriving and departing to the east, west, and south, but never to the north. The road toward that direction remained e

I rolled my eyes at that. ‘Be cool for who?’ I asked and she merely shrugged and stayed quiet once again. With the rogues long gone behind us, we continued our journey to the West. ******* After a few more hours of walking, we finally got to the borders of the West lands. My heart was beating loudly in my chest and my wolf was restless. Phoenix, I've arrived. I'll meet my brother soon.

In the thorny forest, walking was not much slower than driving Hummers. Besides, the march was very smooth and they did not run into monsters such as the Hell Soul Devouring Ant. It was about noon time when they arrived at destination marked on the map. It was at the foot of a mountain. The peak towered into the clouds, surrounded by clouds. It made people feel that the monsters described in "Journey to the West" would come. "Here we are. Let's have a rest."

Jacquard and his twin brother, Jack, with their mother, left Carea Town in the Western region and embark on the long journey to the Eastern region just to escape the inter-tribal war that broke out between the Zuluh tribe, the largest tribe in the region, with millions of members and Nguni tribes with just thousands of members.

I will convince them to Orien knew that his journey would not be easy. He would have to travel far, and he would face many dangers along the way. But he also knew that it was a journey that had to be made. The future of the wolves depended on it. And so, Orien set out from the pack, his head held high. He traveled for days, crossing mountains and forests, rivers and plains. Along the way, he encountered many creatures, both friendly and hostile. He faced storms and hunger, thirst and fatigue. But he never gave up, never wavered from his goal

That was the first time I had met Jonda. The thick tension that accompanied the sullen sounds of workers surrounded us and left us exiting the boat quietly. Even our commands and the loading of crates onto the bed of trucks were done in almost silence. From the port the trucks would move the crates and warriors to the train station where we would all ride across the desert, taking the southern route beneath Bhakhil to avoid the dark army and finally reach the western border of Asiarian where we would meet with Rogue ad Tobias. I was anticipating seeing my friend again, glad to hear he was still alive and kicking when I came back. I had formed a special friendship with Rogue. We had been thro

Thessia insists on coming personally, claiming she has contacts in the region who might prove useful. The journey takes five days, the landscape gradually shifting from crystal desert to misty marshland. The air becomes heavy with moisture, and the ground turns soft and treacherous. We abandon the wagons in a border settlement and continue on foot, guided by local marsh-walkers who know the safe paths.