Novel & Cerita Wanderer Dramione

His eyes met mine. "Did you feel that?" "Yes." The air shimmered near the window. A shape began to form, coalescing from nothing, growing solid and distinct. It was a wolf, but not like any wolf I had ever seen. Its fur was the color of deep space, speckled with points of light like distant stars. Its eyes held the depth of eternity. I rose from my chair, my body tensing for a fight I did not want. "Who are you?" The wolf inclined its head, a gesture of respect rather than submission. "I am called the Wanderer. I have traveled across the void between worlds, searching for the one who carries the bridge."

A small, fragile part of her heart believed, hoped, that her mate would return to her when that happened. Outside, she gulped in a breath. And another. It was pathetic, how hard her lungs worked, how sharp her ribs ached beneath the pressure of keeping calm. If only she could throw her head back and scream. So focused was she on steadying herself, she didn’t see the male until she nearly walked into him. “Saeris.” She blinked up and found Wade. Flynn’s old friend and the pack’s Delta’s grandson. His expression was gentle, full of pity that made her really want to scream.

“Dysnomia, daughter of the witch wolf hybrid Althea and the dragon prince Einarr, host of the wolf spirit Pseudea…“ “Now you need to correct him,” Aminta hisses. “Gamma Magnar, my wolf has asked me to set the record straight, her name is Aminta not Pseudea,” while I speak I keep my eyes trained on Zared. When I mention Aminta his eyes go large and a look of shock and anger crosses his face, but he remains silent.

Lyra’s POV~ I stood in the dim lantern-lit room with my shoulder burning under its bandages, the days-old blade from the Bloodhound scout’s grip a dull, constant throb, my hazel eyes flashing like the fierce, restless throb of my awakened wolf, its power echoing Elara’s, my twin, the mirror of my soul, the sister I had only recently found and would do anything to keep. Traversing the threadbare wooden floor in little more than a playful parry, swinging lightly with a training blade, her auburn hair dancing in the shimmer of the lantern’s golden light, her hazel eyes alight with a resolve that flickered against her weariness, her laughter a rare and transient sound that would warm my heart li

he says Damon stands from the couch and goes upstairs leaving Raven deep in thought. Was she going to agree to the agreement? And how sure was she that would not fall for him?

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The moment I sat down, a waitress appeared beside me with a glass of whiskey on ice. Right on cue. I lifted the glass and took a slow sip. “Oh… you’re here.” Dan suddenly rushed into the room, looking slightly nervous. “I wasn’t expecting you until Friday.” “Well,” I said calmly as I took another sip of my drink, “today must be your lucky day.” Dan forced a laugh. “Of course. I’ll bring your dancer immediately, Draco.” He quickly disappeared again. I shook my head and finished the rest of the whiskey in one swallow. You’re probably wondering why people call me The Draco.

Yet, as the dream hung in the balance, a new figure emerged on the periphery of the moonlit clearing: Xander, the former Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, and also Chastity's mate. In a surge of determination, Xander leaped into the dream, his presence a testament to the unbreakable bond that tethered him to Chastity. The trio—Dylan, Chastity, and Xander—standlocked in a tableau of destiny, the threads of the dream weaving a tapestry that transcended the boundaries of the subconscious.

Hello guys. So, someone reached out and told me about their confusion with the characters, so for reference's sake, I am going to highlight them here. Apologies if this is inconvenient to the rest of you. Alpha Damien Varón- Alpha of the Varón pack. Natalie Storm / Lyria Kairen - the descendant of the moon goddess and Void. Lucas and Maya- childhood friends of Damien and strong warriors. Anya - a friend of Damien’s late mother and basically a maternal figure in the pack.