The Lone Wanderer Novels & Stories

Sarah. Staying away from Connie can't be that hard right? Except it's Connie we're talking about. Even if I was to stay away from her, there is no reassurance that she'll do the same. As I walked from my final class of the day, towards my locker, I heard my name being called from behind me. I looked behind but saw no one... at least nobody who would call me. Though come to think of it, who really would? It's one of the perks of being friendless, who get to happily live without people calling your name! But when I felt someone tap on my shoulder, I knew it was more than just my imagination.

"Roshan will give you a cage and call it safety. I’ll give you the world and call it yours. We’re moving toward the High Pass at noon. Don't be late." He turned and walked away, leaving me standing by the water, the ghost of his touch still burning on my skin. I was alone, but I didn't feel solitary. I felt crowded by them. Roshan was the mountain—immovable, stern, a barrier against the wind. Ridwan was the fire—bright, inviting, but capable of consuming everything if you leaned in too close. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, tarnished silver coin—the only thing I had left of my home. My thumb traced the jagged hole in the center, a reminder of the night the Ardhan wolves had

“You’re a ghost. And on top of that, I don’t even know who you really are or where you came from.” He pushed off the tree and took a step closer, his eyes steady on hers. “I’m a wanderer,” he said softly. “Or a traveler, if that sounds better to you. And as for where I come from…” He paused, looked up at the sky through the trees, like the answer might be written there. “…I don’t know,” he said finally, eyes returning to her. “I’ve been moving for so long, I think I forgot.”

The world around me felt like a haze, my thoughts consumed by the pain that radiated from my heart. I sank to my knees on the wet ground, the rain mingling with my tears as I allowed myself to grieve. “Fuck mate, I don't need it.” I am a lonely wolf, or rather, I don't even have the essence of a wolf. It's as if I've been abandoned by God. Should I indulge in self-pity?

light.The figure stepped forward, and as the shadows parted, Timbre gasped. It was an ancient Alpha, his presence commanding and terrifying, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that surprised her.“You are the key, Timbre,” the Alpha spoke, his voice echoing through the trees. “The power within you is not yours to command. It is ours, the legacy of those who came before you. But with it comes a great responsibility—a choice that only you can make.”Timbre felt a chill run down her spine. “What choice?”The Alpha’s expression softened. “To save him, you must give yourself to the power fully. Only then will you understand what it truly means to be the Lone Wolf. But know this—once you embrace

But tonight, even their celestial beauty failed to soothe his troubled mind. This was supposed to be the day when Kara, his confidante and trusted companion, would embark on a journey with her sister. Yet, as he reached for his phone to check in with her, the network faltered under the weight of the storm, leaving him disconnected from the world. A deep breath escaped his lips, mingling with the chilling dampness enveloping him. Ryder's heart felt heavy, each thud echoing his growing sense of aloneness.

To them, she was a damsel in distress, which awakened their natural male hunger. Dari walked towards the exit of the hotel, despite her outward look of confidence, she was a complete wreck inside, she was fully aware of her surrounding, and the look she was getting, to her their look was accusatory, they seem to be saying ' "we know what you did last night" but though there was a war raging inside her, she still held her head up high as she walked out of the hotel.

Lost in thoughts, he spoke to the whispering winds, seeking solace from the unforgiving night and his tormenting thoughts, “but now you are no longer with me Merindale…I don't know where I am going…where I am meant to go… I am adrift." His voice carried the ache of displacement, an ache that resonated with the symphony of the woods.With every heartbeat, the wilderness seemed both menacing and inviting, a paradox that mirrored his conflicting emotions. “I may not have anybody to call my own any more, but perhaps the stars above will guide me to a new path," he whispered, a glimmer of hope illuminating his weary spirit. Under the celestial gaze, Akata continued his solitary journey, seeking re

Even the pack members looked far-off; their allegiance restored but their warmth vanished. Though I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the plans, it was useless. Every inch of my head let in the loneliness, enveloping my ideas like a dense fog. Unable to tolerate the quiet any more one night, I chose to wander. Stepping outside, the cool, sharp air bit at my skin. High in the heavens, the moon softly lit the land. I roamed aimlessly, letting my feet lead wherever they please. From the distance, I beheld a sight of a female folk. I'm not sure how long I wandered lost in my thoughts. Gloria? She was strolling around the gardens, her thin form elegantly in the shadows. Her hair glided like s

he says, walking out the cabin to call his parents. Walking over to my bathroom door I walk in and shut the door behind me. My bathroom is small, a small shower in the corner, my toilet a few feet infront my sink. A small rug with little flowers sits in the middle of the floor. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself, my eyes are red and swollen from crying. My hair is a mess and frizzy from everything that has happened. So many emotions are running through me right now, I feel like a volcano that is about to explode. Dumping lava over the surrounding lands. I know who I am by myself. I’ve grown to love being alone, to find comfort in the silence that fills my days. My grey blue eyes st