The Traveler Novel Novels & Stories

Like the shop clerk in Scotland, they have bills to pay. Luke shot footage of the travelers milling about in the main gathering area of the hostel, some preparing to leave and some arriving for a well-earned respite. Bella marveled at the diversity of people who'd made it their goal to travel at least part of the Camino. They were all ages and nationalities, the common thread among them being their determination to be part of a journey that held for each one a deeply personal meaning. Luke and Bella filled the remainder of their day chatting with the different people they encountered. One hiker they met was a young American man from Florida who was traveling alone, his father's ashes tuck

When he was smaller, he and his friends would sit for hours looking at the fishes that passed by. Tucos got up. With one hand on the rail, he stepped on the bridge. With an even pace, he crossed half of the bridge. In the middle, he stopped to see the merchants’ ship. Never before had he seen such colorful sails. The symbol on the sails was unknown to him. The merchants must have traveled far, they weren’t from these parts. “International travelers, what will I see next? Something interesting, I hope.”

There's not much furniture, but she has bookshelves a-plenty. Michael Critchton, 'Travels'.... Paul Theroux, 'The Old Patagonian Express'.... 'A Year in Provence'.... 'Around the World in Eighty Days'.... 'A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush'.... "I detect a bit of a trend in your reading," I comment as Mitch emerges with two coffee mugs. She dimples. "When I was a little girl, I always wanted to travel, to have adventures." "So, have you travelled? Where have you been?"

Simple. Ordinary. Yet everything in existence seemed to revolve around them. Even the Void remained silent. Watching. Waiting. The traveler smiled warmly. As though greeting an old friend. "Nova." The sound of her name echoed gently through the Graveyard. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Simply spoken. And somehow that made it more unsettling. Nova stepped forward instinctively. Her heart raced. "How do you know me?" The traveler chuckled softly. A familiar sound. A sound that reminded her of something she couldn't quite remember.

“No change to your approach?” Rowan glanced briefly at Lily and Mara. Then back to the man. “No.” The traveler nodded slowly. “Good.” “Why good?” Derek asked. “Because if you changed now,” the man said, “the story would control you.” Silence followed. Not uncomfortable. Just thoughtful. The traveler tucked his satchel closed again. “I’ll move on before sunset,” he said. “You’re welcome to warm by the fire first,” Mara offered. He smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

"Like I said, the man she stayed with said he sent her to the pack, but something strange happened. The driver she went with died on the way, but she somehow managed to get here, which is still a mystery. But she has been behaving strangely toward me and even the man. She has been changing her eye colour often and sometimes introduces herself as Katherine and not Amelia. I think Amelia was killed on the way and someone possessed her body" Pierce raised an eyebrow. He had heard a lot about such people, but had not seen them. A deadly set of dead wolves that came back to take revenge. They were called travelers, they travelled from one body to another, and if she was actually a traveler, then

The Rootkeeper answered. "And today..." "...that matters more." The traveler closed his eyes. For the first time since reaching the city... He looked afraid. "What if my name changes everything?" The Rootkeeper smiled gently. "What if it changes nothing?" The question caught him by surprise. He had spent years fearing the truth. Never considering that it might simply... Set him free. The child skipped forward. "Can I ask you something?" The traveler smiled. "Of course." "When you helped the little girl get her boat..."

The voice was not loud, carrying no booming resonance, yet it vibrated clearly inside the marrow of every living human. *"You survived."* The exact same words the First Traveler had spoken when the Boundary first opened. The Creator's face darkened into an ash-like shadow as a horrific puzzle piece slotted into place. Now they understood. The Traveler hadn't merely left creation out of a pure desire to explore the unknown. He had been running. He had escaped something. The Sleeper blinked a second time, and a torrent of ancient, prehistoric memories exploded directly through the collective consciousness of reality.

Their sophisticated heating systems and bedding were amongst them. Fiona watched her companion while he prepared his bedding. She never took the time to get to know him. Of course, the fact that Lucy adored him enough to be betrothed spoke considerably about his character. Even so, it was actually nice to get to know him first hand, even if it was under such circumstances. He’d proven to be strong and steadfast -something she never would have expected from a traveler. In truth, Fiona knew very little about travelers. Since they weren’t of the magical realm, her books contained minimal information. She’d met only a few and they weren’t from her era. Brandon was, in fact, the only traveler she

The rain felt clean. Jax stood and looked down at me. “You’re going to catch a cold.” “Maybe,” I said. “But it’s worth it.” He rolled his eyes but smiled. “You’re strange.” “I’ve been worse.” When the rain eased, the world looked new again — washed, brighter, honest. The roofs glistened. The fields smelled of earth. Later that evening, the traveler sat with us by the fire. He was older up close, lines deep around his eyes. “You from the south?” he asked me.