Wanderess Book Novels & Stories

Letting their closeness comfort me, the way it always has. It’s not too long before Issac comes back with three books handing each of us a book. I look over the maroon colored book that looks to be centuries old and place my fingers over the title. ‘The Golden Goddess.’ My eyes look back up to Issac and he smiles. “We don’t have a lot on the golden wolf here. Maybe the king can help us get a few more books to research. Or we can ask him what he knows.” He says and I shake my head, “I don’t want to know what he knows. If the books are out there, I’ll find them myself.” Issac looks disappointed but nods and looks back at the book.

The name struck her like a bell rung inside her chest. Elara had no siblings. That was doctrine. History. The one fact that had survived every upheaval, every war. No one questioned it. No one dared. And yet, Ansel. Vessa’s hands shook as she reached for the satchel. Inside, she found a book, pages bound in bark, pressed and stitched in soot and pulp, edges worn soft by time. She cradled it in her lap, daring to breathe. The first page did not announce itself with thunder or prophecy. It greeted her with a sigh:

It has to be here… maybe it fell, maybe the book is waiting for me. Her fingers dug into the torn strap of her bag, but deep inside she knew the truth, if the black book had left her hands once, it had done so by its own will. The great black book was not a trinket to be misplaced. It chose, it abandoned, it devoured. But Still, denial was a sweeter poison than admitting defeat. The more she walked, the heavier her thoughts grew. Princess Elowen's voice echoed in her memory, soft yet edged with forewarning.. Làpatasodará Valkà… the witch who walks between the living and the forgotten.

“So that way.” 16B was a much larger section than I expected. Still, it made sense since wolves were always passing down stories to the younger generations, true or not. “Found it,” I said. It took forty-five minutes but I found a book on the Moon Blessed that was not a kid's bedtime story. “When the Goddess becomes a man,” I read out the title. From the cover, I could tell it was still a fiction story for the most part. But it was better than nothing at all.

I know exactly what I'm going to do I just need to run it pass Zeus, the Alpha, and Luna. VENUS P.O.V........ He just stood there lost in thought and confusion as I walked away. A little part of me felt awful. But after hearing what the moon goddess said I knew it was the right thing. Who and what I am. Those words kept repeating in my brain over and over again. Not because I'm surprised but because I knew there was more to me. I have always felt like I was ment to do something of a higher purpose. That was the reason I was traveling for a year. I knew my journey and answers would start in Greece. From there I had no idea. I somehow knew I would be led in the direction I needed. It was as i

She was sleeping peacefully and that was enough comfort to me. Knowing that she was not out in the wild or in some magic garden or with a certain pack, prone to harm and abuse was good enough comfort for me as I returned to the magic book which I had long discarded on the table. It still had the page I had opened to and it was glaring at me as I reached the book. I sat on the chair and took a good look at the details the page contained. It contained directions on how to tame the magic of the itinerant gypsy pack!

I had to twist my hands in the covers to keep myself in place. He wanted to steal me away and keep me to himself. What girl wouldn't want an amazingly attractive, obviously rich, and powerful King to sweep them away to his hidden fortress and ravish them? Especially a shifter one. There were shifter novels through the roof in all the stores. On my e-reader alone I had tons of them. They were a secret indulgence of mine and not necessarily for the cryptids part.

Tansy tossed the book into the pile already teetering on her desk. "I can't find anything," she said in exasperation as she fell back into her chair. For the past three days, she had poured over every book she had in her personal library while the Lore Master Apprentice searched through the ones on the front shelves only to come up empty-handed. "I've searched every book I can imagine and nothing talks about people leaving the Summerlands once they arrive nor those of the living traveling there." With a scowl twisting her features, she stared at the pile of books in front of her, her arms over her chest. "If Rose is truly trying to reach us, then I think the only path left is holding a seanc

The wanderer and I, tethered by an unseen force, navigated the ethereal labyrinth, our past and future converging in a cosmic convergence. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the astral currents, a haunting melody resonating with a love that transcended cosmic boundaries. It was the wanderer's voice, intertwining with mine, recounting tales of celestial romance and transcendent connection. The nexus pulsated with the echoes of our shared history, leaving the readers entangled in the enigmatic dance of astral revelations. As the cosmic currents surged, the guardian's eyes glowed with a mysterious intensity, hinting at the impending cosmic trials that awaited us on the next astral plane.

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.