Wander X Sylvia Novels & Stories

Wanderer had a way of saying things that always caught me off guard, always landing exactly what I needed to hear at exactly the right time. Just as I was soaking in every word, my laptop started ringing with an incoming video call. Zoey and Gwen had scheduled a check-in today to see how I was holding up with all the drama around my suspension. I accepted, and their worried faces immediately filled the screen. "Hey, sis," Zoey said the moment my image popped up. "How are you holding up? Christian told me about the meeting this afternoon." "I'm fine," I answered, still holding my phone. "Actually, I'm better than fine. I just got a message from Wanderer that…" I held the phone up so they coul

Sylvia said with a smirk as she made her way down the stairs, her long blue patterned skirt flowing in the breeze and jewelry clinking together like a delicate wind chime as she moved. Seth chuckled as he walked over to join Sylvia and I on my side of the truck. A frustrated sigh passed through my lips as I turned to look at the tiny brownies and bean-tighes that were still waiting in the truck. "You can make yourselves at home. There's more than enough room for all of you," I said as I held my hand out towards the packhouse. "I'm happy to see that they left Julia's cabin," Sylvia said as we watched the tiny fairies approach their new home.

The statements she made didn’t resonate in her heart; they felt like hollow echoes meant to soothe Sylvia rather than affirm her own beliefs. Sylvia sighed softly, feeling the weight of Lily’s struggle but unsure of how to help. After a moment, she stood up, glancing toward the door. “I will go to the restroom,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “Okay, be careful then,” Lily replied, forcing another smile, even as her mind spiraled. “Sure,” Sylvia said, walking out of the room. It was her first time in a bar, and the unfamiliarity added to her nervousness. She had no clue where the restroom was located and wandered a bit aimlessly until she spotted a waiter.

Fear was something she had not felt for many years and she was not about to let it back into her life now. The next day, they moved camp to the grove Sylvia had pointed out. By the time they arrived, she was having trouble sitting upright on Midnight. The men’s worry was in some way stayed by Ian’s and more by Mora’s lack thereof. The gentle features of Sylvia’s face and some of her stubborn, but kind mannerisms reminded them of Victor with his youth and willfulness.

Sylvia draws in a deep, shaky breath, and I can feel her resolution crackling in the air. I wonder if Beta Wilson can feel it too. “I’m going to ask my father to perform the Rejection Ceremony,” Sylvia says quietly. “Then I’ll marry someone else. Even if he’s not my mate, I’m sure he’ll treat me better than you ever will. Maybe you were right all along. You’re no good for me.” She pauses, years of history and heartache stretching between the two of them. “I won’t wait for you anymore, Wilson.” Before Beta Wilson gets the chance to respond, I can hear footsteps padding along the forest floor. A moment later, Sylvia’s figure bursts through the treeline. Her eyes widen when she sees us, and her

Her wand flicked effortlessly as she shot down two wolves, giving me a moment to catch my breath. “I'll handle this!” Sylvia called, nodding confidently. As she turned to face the portal, she began chanting a spell like a mantra, her eyes shut in deep focus. Meanwhile, I did my best to dodge and fend off any remaining wolves, determined not to let them near Sylvia or the portal.

Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition…. - Their?! The sorceress called YOU a Wanderer! Vic exclaimed. “Yes, I did,” Matzher agreed easily. - And it just so happened that the Wanderers do not give their blood. Too much power is being transferred. Yarsi let out a short breath. “I understand, that’s why you can’t help me.

This sure was going to be a tricky one. The two ladies walked around for several hours before they finally went back home. They were exhausted from their walk but it was helpful. It had managed to keep Clare’s mind from thinking about Cane the entire day. They laid on the couch while watching one of their favorite TV shows before something that changed their friendship forever happened.

But I’m certainly grateful. And I could hear their whispering again. Tiny chittering in my ears. So fast and high it was nearly inaudible. Like tiny breaths... “Follow us...” “This way...” “Come Saria. Come quick.” They were all talking at once. I looked at them and saw them making a floating silver trail toward the trees. “What are you looking at?” Triana huffed. Struggling to breathe in the onslaught of the wind. “Twinkets.”

'' Slyvia whooped. This was what she wanted and she was quite glad she was having it. It was all she ever imagined and now, it was happening and she couldn't be any more happier. They rushed out of the car in happiness, walking towards the entrance. Just before they walked into the hall, as a precautionary measure Slyvia used her wolf powers to scan everywhere, looking for any apparent danger. Because she wanted to have fun didn't mean she ought to be very loose, especially with security. Deep down, Sylvia knew that it wasn't everyone who liked her and her family. Remus's family had created loads of enemies in the past and lord knows she wasn't about to cross any of them especially on a nigh