Wander X Sylvia Novels & Stories

Sylvia's POV “It’s good to meet you, Clara,” I said warmly as I walked alongside Clara and Azrael to the dinner table. “I’m Sylvia Moonriver. I’m looking forward to working with your family on the Ridgehaven development plan.” I offered her a hand. Clara blinked at me, as if surprised to hear me talking at all, and shook my hand limply before immediately turning back to Azrael.

“What do you want, girl?” “Maybe we want the same thing,” Maddie whispered. “For her to fall. You want her gone because she’s a threat. I want her gone because she stole what was mine. We could help each other.” Sylvia was quiet for a long moment. “I don’t trust pretty words from pretty girls,” she finally said. “You’ll need to prove your use.” She walked away, leaving Maddie standing alone, her hands clenched. Good. Maddie was desperate. Desperate people make mistakes.

Her words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Damine's head. Just then, his comm device buzzed, receiving a message from David. Damine's comm chimed again with David's reply: "Alpha, I've tracked it. Sylvia left through an invitation from the Southern Sanctuary. The wolf who met her was Lena, our pack's former top healer—she left the pack three years ago to build a life in human territories and just sent Sylvia a formal invitation last month. Sylvia... she's probably already in a human settlement by now." I went back to human territory? The thought sent a fresh wave of dread through him. Knowing she was raised by humans after being abandoned, was this where I was returning? Back to w

Yet, amidst the sea of familiar faces, a woman emerged, captivating her attention. The woman introduced herself as Sylvia, Luna of the Ebony Pack and chief of the Luna Association. As Fedora observed Sylvia's demeanor and the mesmerizing hue of her pupils, a realization dawned upon her—Sylvia and that wretched woman she met during the hunt were undoubtedly connected, perhaps sisters or distant relatives.

Ava whispered, while her eyes wander towards the forest around the house. Willow sighed at something that Ava had been hearing a lot of from the spirit. Wondering if it was much more than what was. “Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.”

"Yeah, it's definitely declined." I watched Sierra pull out her purse, emptying cash and coins on the table, counting, and something twisted in my chest. You'd think being in a popular strip group like the Midnight Vixens would come with a lot of money. Maybe Sierra was trying to embarrass me. Feeling worse than yesterday, I handed my card to the annoying waitress. "Hey, I got the complete bill." Sierra protested. I shook my head, standing up. "Forget it." Then I walked towards the exit, ignoring her calling me.

yes, that was her only chance. “How do you know I’m not a Sylvian?” Savannah asked instead, gauging the man’s reaction. He shrugged. “You do not have a wolf. Any omega or wolf less hybrids female would never venture of out of Sylvia into the magic woods. Sylvia is the home for every species of the supernatural and ordinaries. Where anyone is safe, so why would someone in their right mind run away from a place like that into this dangerous woods.”

"Sorry, Ken. I am fascinated by the type of magic you and other people cast, precisely because it is so very different from what I do. You need help from someone who understands what Syrava is capable of. Perhaps your friend Taliesine?" - "You're a treasure." I told her. "That's excellent advice." I kissed my partner on the cheek. It was far too early in the morning to go looking for the wizard. I probably should have gone back to sleep. But Sylvia leaned into the kiss, and I felt the pressure of her breasts against my chest. There was also the constant visual stimulation. Repeated exposure hadn't rendered me immune, or anything near. She was, simply, irresistible. If she was in the mood, I

… After confirming that the couple had left, Sylvia began her session with Wade. Wade was trembling with fear as he stared at Sylvia. "What … What the fuck are you going to do to me?" "Look at your own men … Broken limbs scattered everywhere. Now look at you … You seem as healthy as one can be. Don't you think it's only fair to share the pain of your brethren in battle?" Sylvia wished that she could have more than just Wade to deal with. Before Wade could realize his fate, Sylvia had already decided her first course of action.

Some were dealing with or preparing for the unexpected loss of a loved one, and others were searching for their destined route on a road map previously unwritten. In the end, they all came out of it. While not unscathed–still forever and ever grateful for the lessons learned; Finding themselves, and one another. Hollis Bogard and Whitney York, along with everyone connected to them, turned out to be the ultimate proof of the famously beautiful statement “not all who wander are lost.”