Wanderer X Sethos Novels & Stories

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."

I drive my transport unit straight back to Nighthowl Systems. Thalia Runehart looks way stronger today, though her throat still sounds like sand scraping a stone. The second her eyes catch my vest, she pulls her brows together and barks, "My boots just left the main healer's lodge. I stayed under the needles all night. I even saw Draven Calder sprint through the doors last night—turns out Vesper Vale was burning with a sudden sickness. Draven is acting like a perfect, loyal son-in-law to that family, isn't he?"

In the Grand Nexus, new pilgrims arrived daily drawn by the radiant call of unashamed desire. Vespera Voss Kane had fully embraced her role as Keeper of the Flame. Her emerald constellations now swirled and shifted across her skin like living auroras, reacting to every surge of lust around her. She stood naked in the heart of the meadow, silver hair whipping in the warm wind, surrounded by her three mates and dozens of new seekers who had come to learn. Tonight, the lesson was unity through surrender.

He didn’t look at Zeth, or the guards in the hall. He took a step closer, his gaze fixed on me. Then down at Akim. His jaw flexed. “Whatever came into those tunnels is still here,” he said. His voice was low and flat, like he was reporting a storm. Zeth didn’t move his hand from his blade. “What did you see?” Xander’s eyes cut to him. “Not Crescent Wolves. It's not anything I’ve read. It was tall. It didn’t touch the ground. The torches went out when it passed me.”

Theme: War and Sacrifice Aria's POV The sky is dark, the air thick with tension as we stand at the edge of the forest, waiting. My heart pounds in my chest, my body trembling with both fear and determination. Xander is beside me, his eyes scanning the horizon. He’s ready and strong, but even he understands what’s coming will be the biggest war we’ve ever faced. The rogue wolves are coming. And they’re coming for blood. "Stay close to me," Xander says, his hand caressing me. There’s something frantic about his touch, a nonverbal cry for me to be secure.

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.

“Issue warrants. Spread lies about instability and corruption.” Zade nodded. “Let them.” Xander’s eyes flicked to him. “You don’t sound afraid.” “I am,” Zade admitted. “But I’m more afraid of going back.” That earned a faint smile. The storm raged harder outside, wind howling through cracks in the walls. Inside the watchpost, the air felt warmer—small, contained. Xander shifted closer again, not touching at first. “Once the rain stops,” he said, “we head east. There’s a settlement beyond the river—independent territory. They don’t answer to the Council.”

He approached with care, ensuring he didn't surprise him. "Sorry," Xander whispered. "We are wanderers, seeking assistance." Could you please provide a moment of your time? The man glanced upward, his eyes cautious. "What is it that you desire?" "We are seeking allies," Xander clarified. Individuals who are able to assist us in combating the Collective. Is there someone you know who might be open to listening? The man's face became a little more gentle. "You're not local, are you?" Talking about such matters is risky.

Xander said as he stood and paused, “Should I call Noah?” Thaddeus glanced at the clock and then shook his head. “No, it's too late. I'll call him in the morning before they head out for training.” “Are you bringing them home?” Xander asked, referring to the team of 25 warriors Thaddeus sent to Ohio to help train another pack. “No. But they deserve to know I found their Luna.” Thaddeus said, and Xander gave him a soft smile before leaving. Thaddeus looked at the door in front of him and then swallowed before approaching it. Thaddeus slowly opened the door, and the sound of the monitor beeping could be heard instantly.