Wanderer X Sethos Novels & Stories

I couldn’t explain how they communicated, but something in Zevarion’s stance made the rogue lower his guard. The wolf disappeared into the cottage. Zevarion followed. We waited, tense and ready to run. He returned with two tattered sheets and a small bowl of water. “We can’t stay,” he said quietly. “Xareth’s men won’t stop. They’ll search through the night.” I nodded. Siora shifted back into human form, her body trembling from the exertion. Zevarion handed her a sheet, and she wrapped it around herself with a grateful nod. She took a sip from the water and began walking again, barefoot and determined.

Their faces were fixed in leering sneers, twisted into expressions no living being could replicate. My blood turned to ice. “They are Vel’sothars. Ancient beings who are the collectors of wandering souls. They bring them past the threshold between the freshly dead and the endless. Like bouncers at a club, it's hard to get past them,” Hera explained with eyes fixed on them. “How nice of Luna Sianna to omit this tiny little detail,” I grumbled, watching them. They settled down a pod between them, and the bond within me moiled. My eyes fastened on nothing but that pod, drawing me in like a beacon.

Elphame allowed a brief chuckle to rise out of her throat, “Agreed.” “How am I supposed to bond with the Eidolon, if I treat it like a tool? As far as I’ve seen it has complex thoughts and figured out a way for us to communicate. It may be a part of me, but it’s also a person unto itself if that makes any sense,” Warren finished talking. “I owe you an apology. Naming your intangible friend sounds like a great idea.” She stepped toward Warren and closed the gap by half. “Theria Sundew, engineer and mechanic of the Scald Crow. Are you joining the crew?”

Monsters shaped from nightmares, creatures from the forge—Nyx Wraiths slithering in the dark, Hellhounds howling through scorched wind, Revenants dragging rusted swords, and towering beasts I didn’t yet have a name for. And among them— Zerathos. Cloaked in smoke and tendrils of pure shadow, he stepped forward like a king returning to his throne. My stomach twisted. The bond between us—this unwanted, lingering tether—buzzed faintly. My light pulsed in rejection, Aria hissing in warning. “He’s calling to me,” I whispered. Xander’s hand gripped mine, firm. “Then don’t answer.” I steadied myself, placing my other hand on his chest. “We end this. Today.”

The voice came again, but this time it matched the movement of its mouth. “You heard the call.” Aria’s fingers twitched at her sides. “Who are you?” The spirit tilted its head. Its voice was deep, but there was a rasp in it, like it had spoken through centuries of dust. “I am Thalos. Last of the wanderers. Wolf without a den, spirit without a grave.” Her chest tightened. “You’re… dead?” A flicker of a smile, or maybe it was just the way the light shifted on his face.

“Oh, hi, Xander,” I said, holding Seth’s hand a bit tighter. “Fancy seeing you here.” “That hand.” Xander ignored my greeting as he gestured to my hand in Seth’s. “That hand…” “What hand?” I pretended to be oblivious. “Anyway, Seth, do you remember Xander?” I turned to look up at Seth. He was a very bad actor, staring at me with a blank expression. “He’s the next Alpha of Silver Moon. Xander, this is my boyfriend, Seth.”

Her mind linked with Jethro’s through the pack bond, a steady, familiar thrum in her head despite the chaos. We need to fall back! No. If we run, they’ll chase us straight into our territory, and the others will be at risk. We hold them here. He replied, unshaken. A howl suddenly broke the spell of the moment, and the other wolves stepped aside. Rashel realized it immediately; it was Seth’s. The sound froze Rashel’s blood even as her body kept moving. He emerged from the tree line in wolf form, silver and huge, scars crisscrossing his flank, his eyes burning with hatred.

Steven said and made to walk away. Thogg knew better than to piss Steven off the more. Who didn't know Uzi? Dude was a man whore. He was into women and loved them more than money. Could do anything just so he could get into their panties. "I'll speak up, boss" Thogg managed to say as he spat blood onto the floor. Steven stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Thogg. "Two years, boss" "Two fucking years?" Kane who had been quiet all along yelled

"And I… I was fighting him. And he's you?" I looked down at the bronze amulet still on Cardan's hip. I looked at the guy whose name was Xaden. "Your people have a prophecy. What does it say about the Weaver's return?" Xaden crossed his arms, his posture becoming the commander again. "It says that when the Immeasurable returns, the Weaver will appear to stop him, but also to guide him. The two must face the consequences of the Sundering together, or both worlds will collapse." "Sounds dreadfully cliché," Adam muttered from his cot.

"Yeah. I remember." Zander looked back up at me. I locked him in my gaze. "I was mad for a while, Zander, but I'm okay with it now. Just don't let him near me again. I'm still mad at him. He's an idimmu-sethian?" "No, those are two separate species." "Oh, so sethians can do mind-whammy things?" "Well, not normally. It's a lot to explain. I promise to tell you later. But I'll handle him, don't worry."