The Leaving Road Novel Novels & Stories

Hearing that, Edward Crayon quickly gestured for the driver to get the hell out of that place before another car got to their back and the driver immediately did as he was asked and drove the car backward before finding a way to have a u-turn and drove away from the road that was undone. The new road was lonely and free. There were not more than two cars on the road and they were moving past them. There were only trees and trees on the side of the road, beautiful trees and plants. The lonely road felt long as Edward Crayon returned his gaze to the newspaper that he was reading. “How many minutes would it take for us to get home?” he asked the driver. “Thirty minutes remaining.” Thirty minute

he asked with no knowledge of what happened in a mere minute of waiting for a signal on the road. “Yeah. No-nothing.” Ryan waved his left hand in a gesture to compliment his answer, voice quavered and turned around to glimpse outside the window for once. People were slowly leaving the shade after the rain stopped. The mother and her child left too, with a balloon knotted tightly on the handle of the baby’s stroller. The baby was cackling at the balloon, dancing around as they left. “Prepared yourself for the meeting?” Jim asked, steering the wheel to turn left from the crossing, his eyes fixed on the front.

Alpha Jackson replied softly. 'Alpha Jackson sure knows what he is talking about. I think I may ask if I can steal that from him.' I think to myself. "Alright Jason, this is where we will leave you. I'm sure you don't want a big send off. Please take care of my daughter. I know she is strong enough to handle anything but sometimes even the strongest need help." Alpha Jackson says to me as I go to get out of the car. We had just pulled up to the airport.

“We had to turn around. Alhora scouted ahead. The human village is deserted.” “What road are you taking?” Again, she falls quiet. Nervously, I chew into my thumbnail, forcing myself to stay put. If I let all the fear in, I’ll follow her, and when that happens we might as well hand ourselves over to The Templars for slaughter. “Jackson says it’s the old huntsmen’s road?” My heart drops into my stomach. “Goddess, Willow, those roads are dangerous. Especially this time of the year with the melting snow and mud…and in this cold snap…tell him to get off that road.”

Cass's POV I left the States without saying goodbye to Ezra. It was for the best. We said we needed to be said. The plane that the elders sent was a beautiful private jet. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that they've accumulated funds over the hundreds of years they have been existence. Their official title was The Council of Elder Wolves. Not particularly creative, but I digress.

Jay explained, “The road we walked through earlier was what they called the ‘Light and Dark Road’. This bifurcation is a test of life and death. If we choose the wrong route today, our entire team will be wiped out in this deep forest mountain.” Zayne stared at Jay in a daze. “How do you know that?” Jay replied, “Just guessing.” The truth was that Jay was able to get insights by looking at the map left to him by his mother, Chloe. In Yorks’ stronghold. Cole brought Carson with him as he hastily rushed over to the Yorks’ stronghold’s guest hall. In the hall, the head of the family, Spencer Yorks, was sitting in a lounge chair leisurely with a big pipe in his mouth. Although he was almost in h

he asked, a small, genuine smile touching his lips. "I think I’m done with cities for a while, Ruan," I said, climbing on behind him and locking my arms around his waist. "Let's just ride. Until the road ends." "The road never ends, Esmeray," he said, kicking the engine to life. As we surged forward, leaving the ruins of Arthur Vance’s empire behind us, I realized he was right. The road wasn't just a path between places; it was a way of life. It was the wind in my face, the heat of the man I loved against my chest, and the knowledge that I was finally free.

Bennett's face turned ghostly pale, and he collapsed onto the ground. At that moment, everything clicked for me. A wave of revulsion hit, and I made a quick exit. Wade blocked my path out of nowhere, shaking his head and tutting. "What a spectacle! "Ms. Wallace, your ex is quite the character!" His incessant babbling got the best of me, and I stomped on his foot with my heel. Wade gasped in pain and hobbled after me into the car. The drive back to the office was quiet.

I left Duskfall without fanfare. No procession. No speeches. No legacy trailing behind me like a shadow. Just a satchel, a walking stick, and the Ninth Flame burning softly beneath my skinquiet, constant, and no longer mine alone. The road ahead was unmarked. But I had learned long ago Not all journeys begin with a map. Some begin with letting go. 1. The Road South The southern lands had always been more myth than memory. Old maps called them “the Broken Expanse.”

ELOISE The journey was long. Long in the sense that I was now certain it wasn't going to take place in Ashlake. The path he took implied we were leaving town. Most probably, another one way ticket to Marblefay but Matthan surprised me when he took a completely different route from the one sure to take us to Marblefay. The path his vehicle waltzed into was almost narrow and crooked. It implied it was old and barely used. But there was a definite set of tracks he followed. This wasn't his first time here but the further the car went, the more obvious the signs became that this was not a shortcut to Marblefay. My theory didn't linger on the fact that the road had probably been abandoned for dec