The Lone Wanderer Novels & Stories

Chapter 51: Wandering Luna POV: Ariana The borderlands were no place for the faint of heart. They stretched beyond the safety of pack borders, beyond the watchful eyes of humans who traded loyalty for gold. Dust rose like smoke from the dry earth, tangled with the scent of rain-soaked soil, carrion, and wild musk. Wolves moved in the shadows, cautious, wary of humans and rogue packs that stalked them. I walked among them unseen, a ghost in the wind, a whisper in the night.

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"

I stood in the corner as Alpha Hunter held one of his men against the wall by the throat, his canines inches from the man's neck. “Im... ss... sorry Alpha. She was here but she was feeling unwell and didn't seem to be healing properly from the last time you were with her, so we had a doctor come in to look at her. When we returned they were both gone.” He tried to plead with his Alpha who looked like he was ready to end this man's life. “We have no doctor you fucking idiot. Who was it that claimed to be helping her?” Hunter growled back at him. “The wanderer, Alpha sir. He claimed he knew how to help her heal faster and asked for time alone to tend to her. I was only got for a few minutes, I

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

"*Look* at what you're doing!" The child wailed. The sound knifed through the storm's roar, sharp and human. My hand faltered. The Voidmother hissed. *"Weakness."* But the lightning stuttered. Just for a heartbeat. --- The wanderers' leader stepped forward, an old woman with eyes like river stones. She raised a staff carved with crow feathers, and the flames recoiled. "Stormbearer," she rasped. "You tread where the dead outnumber the living. Leave this place, or join them."

However, everything soon became dead as darkness engulfed my beseeching awareness. 'I am walking in the middle of a desolate desert under a twilight night. I looked around with a shiver as the ice-cold air slapped my skin. Without any aim, my feet wandered as I gazed up to the only warmth companion I have. Like me, it is also devoid of any companion. We conversed in silence until I could no longer take its blinding glare. I don't know if it is also angry with me but sensing from the way glares its light upon me, I guess not. After drifting for God knows how long, I finally came across a sma-isn't this the oasis that I got awestricken before I came to this state? Without any thought, I went s

He whispered. His knees crashed with impact on the stone floor as he was back in position to try again. Breath in. Breath out. Breath In. Breath out. Scrunching his temples again he concentrated on the longing image of a wolf. A brown wolf. A wolf as brown as Archer his father's majestic brown Gamma wolf. Digging his nails into his clammy palms, instead of the claws he longed for, the crescent wounds drew out crimson liquid that ran down his palms mixing with his perspiration.

I said while standing up, dusting my body. "Thank you," she smiled. "A thick werewolf huh, I guess you are from the El Salvador pack right?" "No, I'm Ladurgal, the El Salvador has longer hair" "Okay, okay, my bad. It's nice to meet you..." I reached my hands to shake her, in a way of asking for her name. "Aveo, you can call me Aveo." "Okay Aveo, I am..." She cut me off before I could say anything,

Waking up with Lara in my arms was an amazing feeling. She’s curled close to my right side with her right knee resting on my lower abdomen. Not wanting to disturb her, I take myself back to last night. Last night was very unexpected. I didn’t expect to meet her two sons and their friends. I’m not against meeting new people, nor do I get uncomfortable like Lara. Even though I haven’t been with Lara long, I was hoping she and I would progress in the direction of meeting family. I wonder what part Sean has in her life because it looked like there is something more to their friendship. Whatever it may be, I will be in Lara’s life for as long as she allows me to be in it. A thought is te

"Look! the wanderer of darkness is coming! Alexey remarked, pointing toward the horizon's limbo. "Goes after the next soul to face God's judgment," said Rodion, hopelessly. When the wanderer of darkness came to the fire, he chose a soul and asked it to go with him. Far away on the limbo of the horizon there was a bright white light, and they were walking toward it, moving away from the darkness and the fire, and approaching their court. We do not live to be silent forever, but to meet at the eternal fire and talk heart-to-heart about the past, long-past life, and then we will be silent for a while at the eternal fire, listen to the crackle of burning wood and meet our destiny, destined for