The Traveler Novel Novels & Stories

The cold was sharp and his feet were frost bitten and blistered but the lone traveller clutched the bundle that he carried tighter to himself he had to keep it warm, it had to reach Gesa safe and sound or all was lost, he has journeyed through the desert of Bukarat and into the forest of Nibigan to get it. Ninety days of little food and even less water, fighting off men and creatures that sought to destroy this ray of hope but even if it cost him his last breath he would bring the egg into Gesa, the new dragon lord lived there. In a sleepy town three hundred leagues from where the traveller stood a boy hurriedly packed up his belongings, he wanted to be gone before his mother woke up.

Nothing needed to. Yet something had settled into place. Something firm and unseen. Like a foundation no one remembered building. The traveler woke in a small room above a shop that sold ordinary goods. Fabric. Tools. Paper. Ink. The kind of place that existed for usefulness not beauty. The journal rested on the table beside the bed. It had not moved during the night. It never seemed to. They sat up slowly. No rush. No urgency. Only awareness. The kind that comes after long storms have passed even if the sky is clear now.

He could think of only one thing. When a traveler was stripped of his traveling privileges, it was done privately, and their files were labeled “Secret”. This was done to protect the traveler from his enemies who might want to take advantage of the fact that he or she could no longer escape their wrath by jumping timelines. Most of the time, the demotion was permanent, but there were a few occasions through history where the traveler was reinstated for one reason or another. He swallowed hard as he stepped through the doorway. Was he about to be demoted?

Yet somehow it only made her figure stand out more. Our destination was Vernan. The heat there was unbearable. It felt like we were stepping into a giant furnace. The ground radiated waves of heat, the air shimmering above it. "Richard, it's so hot I'm dying. This is your fault for picking such a slow train. Hurry up and find us a place to stay!" We did not get many chances to travel, so I had only checked room prices earlier and had not booked anything yet. When we asked around at the hotels near the tourist area, we learned that almost everything was already fully booked.

The school planned to give the students involved in the bullying another week of suspension. The police had also found solid evidence and were discussing the appropriate punishment. I used the chance to request another week off and began my journey to Hannah's home. When I got on the train, I suddenly remembered something. I forgot to exchange phone numbers with Hannah. When I arrived, I might only be able to find her by the address. I felt annoyed, but soon, the scenery outside the window caught my attention. This was my first time traveling far away. Everything felt unfamiliar, but I was happy.

I shook my head before I continued. "I don't remember anything that happened after that for a long time but father and mother told me that a traveler had picked me up from the street and brought me home. The he stayed for a few hours to help me heal. They didn't know what he did and how he did it in such a short time but he had made me better. The traveler had left before I woke up but father told me that my skin had shined for a mere second as the man was healing me. When the traveler tried to leave they tried to make him stay so he could finish what he was doing. They offered him everything they have of value but the man had told them that he had to return to his land. Father later found o

I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two. Being able to explore my characters through their own points of view was an eye opening experience, and I hoped you loved tuning into Dalton, Kendra, and Jake's thoughts just as much as the lead's, Hollis and Whitney's. Despite this book taking five months to write, a month less than two of my other novels, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" is by far my longest book, nearing 600 pages. I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets.

For the city held secrets far older and more sinister than he could have ever dreamed, secrets that threatened to consume him whole. Chapter 7: The Revelations As the traveler emerged from the depths of the Forbidden Library, his mind reeling with the revelations he had uncovered, he found himself face to face with the enigmatic stranger from the marketplace. "You've been busy, traveler," the stranger said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "But have you found what you were looking for?" The traveler hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. But then, with a sense of clarity that seemed to come from somewhere deep within, he spoke.

I asked with a calmness and maturity that didn't suit my age. Carl appeared surprised even as he took the candy, unpeeled the wrapper, and put it in his mouth. "Hmm. It's so sweet." He smiled pleasantly, studying me before asking, "What's your name?" "The caretaker said my name is Yvie…" "Yvie…" He breathed the syllables and nodded. "Would you like to come home with me? As my granddaughter?" Silence ensued all around us, and every other child was staring at me jealously.

and of course start to plan my next trip because I’m a traveler and I want to explore the beautiful unknown lands and be part of the magnificent world, I have this desire to shake the dust of this crummy little town off my feet, get on the plane and go to see the world. The little town housed the richest woman in Zambia in spite of Kelly influencing the reader’s minds that she would one day fly to the unknown worlds. True traveling was in her DNA but never to run away as a fugitive. That was cowardice. She was a Zambian and so she opted to remain one. Those who wished her to be a fugitive were just disciples of the fantasies of her book. She was happy, comfortable and at peace in her hometow