Novel & Cerita Wanderess Book

Pointing this marvel out to Rowan, he asked, “How did we manage it? Not only is it impossible, but we should be feeling the repercussions of traveling at warped speed. Yet, I feel fine.” “We moved at a normal and respectable speed,” Rowan informed him. “We simply traveled on an alternate vibration where time is not measured in the same way.” “It all looked the same,” Jasper said with confusion. “Of what I could make out, that is. We traveled so fast…”

“The name is Wendell. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for Aaron to shake, but he didn't even move. He just stood there, looking at the human. Wendell lowered his hand and hid both in his pockets. “Forgive this ogre man. We're traveling together, but he's not my boyfriend or anything," I said, shooting a glare at Aaron. "This is Aaron. Mr. Wendell was telling me that there is a lady in Name who is the keeper of this book and that there is more two of those,” cu said, lifting the book.

Amira asked curiously. "I believe so, but..." She opened the book to the blank pages within, "I can sense power coming from it, but nothing appears here." She looked at Amira and Aiden, "I believe whoever is supposed to have this book, is the only one that can unlock its power." "Let me guess..." Aiden rubbed the bridge of his nose, "You think the Werewolf Queen should take a peek at it?" Willow nodded. "That's easier said than done though." Willow frowned, "At the end of my last vision, I saw all of us together on warm sands. An island out in the middle of the ocean."

With each step she takes, the world shall tremble, As the forces of darkness and light assemble, But in her eyes, the spark of hope, To bridge the realms and help them cope. So heed the call of destiny's hand, For in her reign, all shall understand, That the werewolf princess, goddess reborn, Is the savior of worlds, from dusk to morn." My hand trembled as I brought it over to my mouth, the book had become empty once again. “W-what is this?! I must be hallucinating.” I muttered as I hurriedly placed the book back in its position and ran out of the library.

My eyes peered at this one book, it was a storybook about the dreamscape, and as I scanned through the introduction…there were walkers on it. Excitedly, I went out of the restricted area before bringing the book to my post. Luckily, no one noticed my disappearance. To be continued…

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a static that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Caska?” It was Kai’s voice, deep, resonant, and laced with a rare note of alarm. My eyes followed the crowd’s gaze to the center of the hall. The Seer, Caska, stood frozen. She was the pack’s shield, a woman of terrifying, mysterious power. Usually, she was the picture of composure, but now her eyes had rolled back, showing nothing but a blinding, milky white. A cold shiver raced down my spine. Something inside me, something ancient and dormant, stirred in response to her trance. I felt a pull in my gut, a golden tether tightening. I didn’t like the eerie feeling.

⸻ Yet it contained no record of her. ⸻ 🌙 The Keeper The woman walked slowly between the shelves. ⸻ As she moved, books floated around her. ✨📖✨ ⸻ Each book opened briefly. ⸻ Showing fragments of countless lives. ⸻ A child learning to walk. A king losing a kingdom. A mother singing a lullaby. A lonely boy finding friendship. ⸻ Stories. ⸻ Nothing but stories. ⸻ Yet they felt more important than galaxies.

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

Vashti flashed Anna a warning stare just before distracting Esther by changing the conversation. “Take this back to Shushan,” Vashti handed the book to Esther. “It documents everything I told you earlier, including my escape, the deception about my pregnancy, and everything you need to convince your people to accept Adara as their queen. I titled the book Vashti’s Daughter, because it’s as much your story, Adara, as it is mine.” When Anna heard the title, she was stunned. “May I see it, please?” Esther handed the book to Anna. It was heavier than she thought it would be when Vashti first showed to her at the cabin. The book cover was made of thick leather with parchment pages tightly bound t