Wanderer X Sethos Novels & Stories

As his gaze swept the Dawson mansion, a flash of cold anger burned in his eyes, but he only nodded and started the car, steering us straight toward the airport. By the time we landed in Coral Haven, night had fallen. My phone showed three messages from Shane, all sent that afternoon. "I can’t understand why you never see things my way. Making me lose face in front of my family… how does that help you?" "Luckily, Tania already forgave you. It’s over now. We’ve boarded. See you in Spain tomorrow." "It’s just a bracelet and a diamond. Tomorrow I’ll buy you ten more. Isn’t that enough?"

Travis and Lamia had a connection and despite the troubles Travis had with his wolf, which was making more and more sense to me now I knew his wolf, Janus, was the god of doors and passages – the gatekeeper to other realms. Birdie tipped to the side and began to descend. Closing in on the base of a tall mountain that was topped with snow. The peak was barely visible under a haze of misty clouds. Soon enough Xander landed the flying contraption. “This is where I leave you!” Xander shouts over the whirls of the blades. He points towards two massive trees that look out of place, “Head in that direction, follow the path and you should be met by a sentry for Mount Xenia.”

“Oh shit!” Walker made his way to Seth and Eric who were taking out three rogue wolves. “Thank the gods for this one’s awakening!” Seth panted as Eric’s power of strength overtook the wolves who were easily eliminated. “Glad to have you with us, Seth!” Seth smiled,“Behind you!” Walker’s fist intercepted the running tackle of a witch who was cackling all the way to her death. “Damn!” Seth chuckled,“I didn’t get these powers. Maybe I should sit this one out! I got word from Brett about everything. For what it’s worth, congrats! ”

More beautiful than the home I’ve known all my life. “What makes you think I’m happy?” “You like commitment. You’ve never been a fan of casual fucks. This is good for you.” Is it? I hear the bite in his voice, and I know the entire idea of settling down has Xaden scared stiff. My eyes fall to my feet. “I don’t think I am.” “I am sure I’m not.” Xaden rolls right on in a tight, low voice. “We were so sure the MoonFall pack wouldn’t agree to Wade’s sick plan. I came to that table today to ask Uncle to find us another way out.”

Outside, I hear the first howls of combat. "The wolfsbane was just the beginning," Eden continues. "Right now, a specialized witch coven is severing every mate bond in your territory. Imagine it – hundreds of wolves, suddenly cut off from their deepest connections. The panic. The rage. The primal fear." As if to emphasize her words, I hear crashes and screams erupting from other hospital rooms. Other mated pairs, I realize, experiencing the same horrifying severance. Eden’s maniacal laugh echoes through the phone. “Xavier put too much faith in his little pet, Hester. But Xander knew we’d need far more power than that pathetic excuse for a witch could provide.

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.

“He will fear you. When the time comes for you two to face each other.” Ava laughed hollowly. She did not believe her ears. The red eyed demon was her waking nightmare. He had his hands around her throat. Trying to choke her. Ava had thought that she could tell her mother. ‘No. We had to run to Alaska. Then move far from home. Life is not fair.’ “When do we start?” “Tonight. When it’s time for bed.” Willow moved towards the hallway. “For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.”

So he did, clutching her to him as she crested, letting the noise of their joined selves thrum out into the empty night—daring the grid, the city, the hundred enemies left, to come and find them. Afterwards, he stroked her temple and watched the steam rise from her like the haze over summer fields. There had never been a time in Xander’s life where silence felt anything but dangerous; now, with her chest pressed to his, it was the first and only language that mattered. In the spring, when the tunnels dried and the water tower buzzed with bees, the kids demanded a proper home. Matty built bunk beds out of the windmill’s old scaffolding. The twins painted a mural in scavenged pigment, bright l

I notice that Wanda blushes harder as she says the words and just by watching the redness in her face makes something in my chest tighten. “Where’s Xavier?” Devon interrupts. “Let’s start the discussion.” “Right. Let’s leave this place.” Leto says, before walking. We all follow her; she fills me in on the details. She and Xavier are co-founders of the mafia organization The Nexus. We enter a room where Xavier is seated behind a table. It’s like his personal office; countless stacks of books fill the shelves behind him. There are two sofas and a coffee table.

"It's for something very important. You're more familiar with the people on Holtrien's Titan List than I am. Can you tell me where to find him?" Sheena smirked. "Are you sure you want to find the Eastern Wanderer? You know he's called a wanderer for a reason… His whereabouts are completely unpredictable, and nobody knows where he is at any given time. But I do know his true identity, and he's a very cunning old fox." Andrew smiled back at her. "Knowing his identity works too. I can follow the trail from there." Sheena spoke directly without beating around the bush. "The Eastern Wanderer is the ancestor of the Reyes family. This immortal old bastard ranks third on the Titan List. According to