Wanderess Book Novels & Stories

she stated. “I… I already have a book like that… it is for beginners…” “Can you do, what I did just now?” she asked using a serious tone. “No,” I admitted. “Then, don't argue!” she reprimanded me, “This book was created by the powerful witches that lived centuries ago. It won't simply tell you how to meditate, it will tell you how to search for an object among many rooms in the twenty-story building!” “Wow!” I gasped, “L-like an X-ray vision or something?!” I got overly excited.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

Now parked, she says, "There's a small hill at the bottom we must walk across. Our destination is just past the hill." By the lake, there's a lone tree. Dawn pulls a blanket from its bark and says, "Sit." Now seated side by side, she hands me another book. This book is the size of a larger cell phone and thin. Gazing into the water, she says, "I know tonight was strange, but you're at the beginning. The newest person to join is Danica, and she's been with us for five and a half years. Our stunning werewolf doesn't mean any harm. Their arrogance and beauty captivate and enchant us. Anyway, this book is filled with different guides to invoke. All twelve women can shapeshift into something else

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov The night rolls in as slowly as the night before – I pull the curtain aside staring at the the beautiful night sky. The stars beautifully twinkle , they look like little dew drops that lay on a flower petal in the mornings – how ever , they twinkle away. I see them twinkle like the night before , the night before that and the night before that. It has been three days and three nights since Andrew and I have left our home – our palace. It has been three long , exhausting day and three long . extremely hot and uncomfortable nights. How ever , I try not to complain much because I know that I have the eas

I sit there and nod, zoning in and out like I’m at a sermon with no exit door. What a beautiful day, I think, sipping my juice like it’s wine. Crandon’s POV As I wander around Sienna’s house, trying to look unbothered, I’ve got this woman on my arm, a woman Kole set me up with, and let me tell you, she looks like a science experiment that didn’t just go wrong, it filed a lawsuit. She’s smiling, sipping air like it’s a five-star meal, talking about Pilates or plants or something I’m definitely not listening to. Meanwhile, my eyes keep drifting back to Carmen. And him.

As I drifted toward exhausted sleep once more, surrounded by soft female bodies, tongues still lazily licking my skin, I realized the terrifying truth: I never wanted to leave. A week had passed, and I no longer recognized the woman I used to be. The old Johanna — the straight, overworked, responsible one who rushed to her best friend’s wedding — felt like a distant memory. Here, in this hidden, blessed community deep in the forest, time moved differently. The land itself seemed enchanted: fruit trees heavy with ripe offerings, crystal-clear springs that sparkled under moonlight, flowers that bloomed even at night and filled the air with sweet, intoxicating scents. There were no men. No rule

Beside me, I saw the corner of Cassius’s mouth twitch as he fought, and failed, to suppress a grin. “I dream of it, sometimes,” the vendor sighed, clasping her hands to her chest and gazing at some unseen horizon. “A dashing stranger sweeping me away from Glens Crossing for a life of adventure.” Her focus snapped back to us. “This is the newest in the series. Simply divine.” I rested a hand on the book, a convenient prop. “Speaking of strangers,” I began, flipping a page, “have you noticed any… unusual travelers? Perhaps someone who seemed a bit out of place?”