Traveler X Novels & Stories

This man is added in the list. His cheekbones looked prominent when he smiled at me and grey eyes stared right into me. I also had this strange feeling that I had see him somewhere. I grinned back, “Hi, Melody good to see you again,” he said. I nodded, “Nice to meet you,” I said and my father asked me to sit. “Xander went for an overseas business trip and just returned now,” “Oh, how was your trip?” I asked. “It’s great,” he answered. “I am so glad that you returned to the pack,” Xander said.

“No offence, granny, but you’ve got to understand. We’re referring to the travelers here. Their level of witchcraft is unmatched.” “It’s exactly the reason why I can handle this,” Davina said. “You really are going to ruin the nice body you’re wearing by going against the travelers.” “I think they’ll be the ones getting ruined, and the reason is clear.” “Uh… make it clear for us.” It was Xavier now. “I was once part of the travelers,” Davina said.

— I’m on my way to Switzerland. — Well, I can’t have her in my house. - explains X, seriously. — I don’t mind, I can stay in a hotel. I just need you to pick me up at the airport. The rest, leave it to me. - I say, still excited, as I watch the passengers of my flight to board. — Impossible, because I have my family here. - explains X , with a certain coldness. — Wait, are you with your family in Lausanne? - I question, shocked, standing at the boarding gate, holding the passenger line. — But you always told me you were alone in Lausanne.

Xander’s P.O.V. Xander is not happy with the atrocities that have been going on in his company. The current news on the ground is greatly spoiling the market for him, and making customers lose interest in his technology company’s product. However, every customer who has been patronizing the company, knows what they want, as they have been able to identify which products are original and fake. It is just that like one being able to differentiate Chinese fake products, from American products.

I miss you badly. Sincerely, Your Xander.

Oh, God. I lift my head, gulping breaths of air. My eyes lock on Xander, and I gasp, “I’m just a tourist here. I’m an Italian citizen.” He shrugs. “None of that matters to them.” His features tighten momentarily, but I can’t place the emotion on his face. “Just do as they say.” He shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “My father should already be looking for us.” I stare at him, confused that he’s so calm.

Xander mused I grinned widely to his irritation, “morning to you too baby. I believe you had a good night rest?” He gritted his teeth at me, returning his attention to the road. Taking off my backpack, I settled into the car right, turning my head to the window as we made our way out of the pack. A feeling of excitement raced through my insides. I have never been out of the pack on any form of trip. All of my life had been spent roaming within Blackstone pack. The road looks beautiful with the houses and lined trees on the side. Returning my attention to the two men in the front seat, Xander had his legs plopped on the dashboard as he scrolled through his tablet.

ys we are out of the city, get ready to rock and roll". "Yeah", they all giggled. *** Mr. Xander was a few meters away from his house when he discovered that he left his luggage at home. "Shit", he cursed and reversed back to get his luggage. He parked and ran to his room, and got hold of his luggage, traveling documents, and everything he will be needing for his trip. He dashed out of his house, got his luggage into the car, and drove off to Mrs. Jane's house. **** Mrs. Jane walked to the window in her room, smiling. "What if today was your last day on Earth?" Her wolf asked. The question came as a surprise, "Last day on Earth?" She found herself repeating the question. "No it ca

"I have." "Were you truly searching for this place?" "For many years." "And did someone tell you where to find it?" The traveler chuckled softly. "No." "I simply kept following places where people were becoming kinder." The children exchanged delighted smiles. "That's a funny map." "It was." The traveler nodded. "But it never failed." Ama stepped forward. "What is your name?" The question hung in the air. The traveler lowered his eyes. His smile faded. "I..." He tightened his grip on the walking staff.

“Hey man. I’ve seen you three times in less than twenty four hours, so figured I’d come introduce myself. I’m Travis. You are?” The man continued to just look at Travis for a bit before he took a deep breath, closed his mouth to swallow, and answered, “I ah.. I’m Xavier. I’m sorry. Im a bit.... starstruck. I’m a big football fan.” Xavier gave a weak smile that didn't meet his eyes. “Well Xavier, it’s nice to meet you. You new here?”