Wanderer Books Novels & Stories

Nurlisa spread her hands: “Maybe the Gift is strong in you, but your soul didn’t harden, didn’t have time. Your heart is vigilant, that's why you will hear anyone. – Anyone? the novice was surprised. - Why not? Grandma jumped up. – Mark my word, they will cling to you. You look, and the Wicked One will appear. The student laughed. He will say too. The intruder. Everyone knew about the Wanderer. They scared naughty children (look, don’t move a single step in the forest, otherwise the Evil One will stick out from behind a snag; sleep, otherwise the Evil One will drag him away). An evil spirit that wanders in search of prey, is dying or those who were to die. A vague shadow that lures you into

I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet a traitorous part of me wondered what it would be like to surrender, to let someone take control when my life had been nothing but chaos. We stopped at a door marked with a silver raven. "He is inside. Do not keep him waiting." The woman vanished, leaving me alone. I knocked, my knuckles barely making a sound. "Enter," came a voice, deep and commanding, like velvet wrapped around steel. I pushed the door open, stepping into a lavish chamber. Plush rugs covered the floor, a massive four-poster bed dominated one wall, and in the center stood Rafe Draven.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Hello everyone! After spending the last month recovering, I am finally back to managing all of my novels. I apologized for all of the delay regarding the updates, my team worked really hard to still deliver some chapters for you but since I'm back now, I will be the one updating everything. I have been neglecting a few of the novels under me and I apologize for that. I will be doing my best to fix all of the mixed up chapters and all of the repeated ones as well. I really appreciate the support you've given me by reading my novels.

I know exactly what I'm going to do I just need to run it pass Zeus, the Alpha, and Luna. VENUS P.O.V........ He just stood there lost in thought and confusion as I walked away. A little part of me felt awful. But after hearing what the moon goddess said I knew it was the right thing. Who and what I am. Those words kept repeating in my brain over and over again. Not because I'm surprised but because I knew there was more to me. I have always felt like I was ment to do something of a higher purpose. That was the reason I was traveling for a year. I knew my journey and answers would start in Greece. From there I had no idea. I somehow knew I would be led in the direction I needed. It was as i

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

I write not only for myself, but for you too! To continue Hollis and Whitney's adventure through life, be sure to check out "Not All Who Wander Are Lost", the sequel to "Not All That Glitters."

I turn through the book about werewolves and witches, then stop, the title in a particular chapter catching my attention. "Wanderers," I read aloud. I read further into the page. It talks about how some individuals may possess special abilities, but do not belong to any supernatural group. I shove the book towards Adam. "Read this." He scans the page, his brows creasing. "Could this be what's happening with Tammy?" "Most likely."

I knew at that moment that whatever was about to be revealed was not going to be something good. The girl only said one thing more as we moved through the looming darkness, her voice like a mere whisper in the wind, "There are two honors, commonly known as houses here in Rozbite Lustro Institution— the Wanderlusters, and Stonemaskers. For the Wanderlusters, these are wanderers whose souls are a countless tales of broken homes, with their dark pasts casted upon shadows, living only for the moment, beyond fragile things. To keep it simple, these are the teens who wander the world, searching for a place they can call home. For them, home is always a place they've never been, or a place they've