Wanderer Dramione Novels & Stories

"And let me introduce you to my mate, Darcia Ruthwell. He's the future Alpha to the Midnight Hunters pack in Portland." "Hi, nice to meet you." I gave him a small smile before turning to the other woman. "And who might you be?" "Freya Wilder," she told me with an annoying smile. "Cameron's mate and the future Luna of this pack." Fucking hell!

“And let me introduce you to my mate, Darcia Ruthwell. He’s the future Alpha to the Midnight Hunters pack in Portland.” “Hi, nice to meet you.” I gave him a small smile before turning to the other woman. “And who might you be?” “Freya Wilder,” she told me with an annoying smile. “Cameron’s mate and the future Luna of this pack.” Fucking hell!

When his coffin was lowered, Adrian said, “Denzel, don’t worry. I’ll fulfill your dream on your behalf and become Wyvern Peak’s war legate for you. I’ll lead Wyvern Peak. I swear to defend our country to the death!” *** Whoosh! Boundless memories flooded back. Time passed, and it had already been a few years since the incident. Adrian stood before Denzel’s tomb and could not speak for a long time. The sound of footsteps was heard coming from behind him all of a sudden. A woman that looked to be twenty-one years old in plain attire slowly walked over with flowers. Even though she was not dressed lavishly, she had a pretty face, and her figure was close to perfection. “Is it you, War Legate Dr

Ryder straightened slightly beside me. I followed his lead. The first stepped forward. “I’m Drake Seeker,” he said, his voice deep and steady. “Alpha of Star Pack.” He gestured to the woman beside him. “And this is my Luna Nova.” She stepped forward with grace, her posture elegant, her eyes kind yet observant. She looked way older than me. I guess she’s in her late thirties. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said warmly. I smiled and nodded. “The pleasure is mine.”

Elleanna stormed out of her room and shouted loudly “IRIDESSA ESMERELDA DRAGONIA GET BACK HERE NOW YOUNG LADY!!” Iridessa ran down the stairs with a giggle as she went to hide from her mom. Dylan sat in the kitchen eating a chocolate chip cookie and drinking a glass of chocolate milk. Dracon and Vladimir walked in the front door having just arrived home from a week of visiting the werewolf community. Iridessa ran up and hugged him by the legs

On seeing, Elana, Dylan sighed and began muttering some incomprehensible words, and Amara couldn't even react, just staring straight at Elana as she climbed down the stairs before they grew close such that Amara saw some hint of green in her eyes before it quickly cleared away. "Aren't you the rogue omega? The one that was locked up in the dungeons." Seeing how embarrassed she was, Elana laughed in mirth before turning to Dylan who was glaring hard at her. "She's your fated mate? The supposed Luna of this clan?" She laughed again, but Cecelia butt in. "Yeah and What's with that? Just because she's a rogue or an Omega or both doesn't make her any less of a werewolf." Elana ignored her, but sh

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.

Bryce questioned. "Especially with this crowd there," he continued. "He will, I will show you all tomorrow how much he loves me and how much he would take my side, you will see, just what I can do and what he can do" I replied. Soon, Dante entered along with a servant who carried a tray of drink. And after which Roman comes with the map. "That's an interesting idea your majesty," Bryce said. "Roman is blessed, you know I always prayed for him to have a good mate but then for him to be blessed with you is unimaginable," Another spoke up.

“A man like me with a mission does not sleep, Edrand. Our people are counting on me. You rest, I shall return to join you when I can.” Of course, Edrand was quick to believe his smooth lies. Everyone else would, but only he knew the battle that assaulted him whenever he shut his eyes to rest. All he’d see was Andriandita. His mate. One he didn’t fulfill his promise of keeping safe. While Edrand slumbered, Draco left the room. He trailed down the hall but paused before her door. The breeder. His soon-to-be luna that’d die just like the others. She was beyond that door, probably slumbering. Draco had half the mind to sneak into her room. Maybe watch her while she slumbered, but he thought bett

the chief maiden cuts in, “that’s Lyra, a mystical healer and a sage from the Nightwalker pack.” “Night walker pack? What is she doing here?” I ask in confusion. “She helped Damon survive the battle of supremacy years ago and ever since then, she has been with us; she practically grew up here. And she’s a designer too, maybe she could help you pick out a dress for the show tonight,” the chief maiden replies. “But they said she’s trouble,” I hesitate.