Wandering Stars A Novel Novels & Stories

The Night the Stars Wept passed into memory as gently as it had come. But for Luna—for the packs—for the world—it marked a fault line. Before. After. On one side, an age of localized darkness and isolated light. On the other, an era where the heavens themselves had acknowledged change, had loosed old bindings, had offered up a Seed to the wolf who stood at the crossing. Tragedy and beauty, braided. Endings and beginnings, written not in ink but in fire across the dome of the sky. Luna lay awake long after the den quieted, watching the new constellations through the half-open roof vent.

She was scared that they would be naive again and will lose everything, and she could hardly think about anything other than that as they sat quietly on the rooftop, breathing in the cold air and sitting in silence. The eerie darkness of the night burned into her mind -- and she was pretty sure that this particular night would never escape her memory. She gazed up at the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the stars made against the blackness — she wondered what the stars thought about their relationship. She hoped that they wouldn't ever be star-crossed. The milky speckles seemed to twirl and dance along in various patterns, and seemed to be tugging

They coil at my ankles, cool and comforting—the only thing that doesn’t look at me like I’m a nightmare wearing a child’s face. I run until my lungs burn and my legs tremble. Then I slow. Keep moving. East, always east. Toward whatever waits beyond the borderlands. Toward whatever I have to become to survive. Raven Winterstar disappears into the dark trees. Behind her, the camp lights flicker like dying stars. And somewhere high above, a black crow circles once—silent witness—before winging after her into the night.

Until eventually, I gave up. Crawling out of the bed, I left the room, the cold, smooth ground hitting against my feet as I quietly strolled along the corridor, down the steps and into the open space of the living area, heading over to the floor-to-ceiling windows where I sat on the ground, picking my legs up against my chest as I simply stared at all the skyscrapers, finally being able to calm down. Malachi lived in a grand mansion, and while it was nice, the view there had nothing on this. Even in the middle of the night, the world was wide awake, which comforted me in knowing I wasn't alone with my insomnia.

Even though I and the rest of the Wandering Village were known as an abomination due to our inability to shift, I had always hoped that I’d find my mate or someone who loves me and travel together with him beyond the island. The island of the wanderers, as they called it, had been in existence before my birth twenty-one years ago. According to my father, the island was created for exiled werewolves who are unable to shift and those who wanted to escape the life of slavery. My parents were the first to arrive on the island, and from there, more joined, and together they built the home for wanderers and called it the Wandering Village. But, just after a year of creating the pack, the Finders f

“No matter what happens…do not repeat it.” “Father…” “Do not repeat it.” He said it again and again. Then everything went dark. I jolted awake, breathing hard. The room was silent and empty but my heart felt strangely warm. At least I saw him again. An hour later, my phone buzzed with an email notification. Unknown sender. No name, no subject….just a message. I opened it. Inside was a single paragraph. No greeting, no signature…just words. “You are not alone in remembering the past….Three hearts woke up from the same death...One seeks redemption, one seeks destruction and one seeks survival....choose carefully, Alira…this time, not everyone will make the same mistake.”

The stars did not fall. They rearranged. Night after night, wolves across every region looked up and swore the constellations had changed. The familiar shapes—the hunter, the twin flames, the eternal wolf—were fractured. New patterns burned into the sky, ones no elder could explain. And in a chamber carved from bone and shadow, a child studied them all. He flipped through the book with blank pages. Words inked themselves as he watched. Not in a language spoken aloud, but in memories. In truths too heavy to carry.

Cars coasted through puddles left by an earlier drizzle, and storefront lights spilled out onto the sidewalks like amber veins. Celeste stepped out of the corner bookstore, her arms full with a new read and a warm drink. Her charm bounced softly at the end of her bag, catching a glint of neon light as she turned down the next block. She kept her head low, her pace casual. The crowd helped her disappear. That was part of why she liked it here—being no one in particular. Across the street, a black car pulled up and slowed to a stop in front of a private entrance only a few knew existed.

I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself. As I returned inside to my quiet corner in the orphanage, a big black sedan soon stopped outside the gates of the orphanages. Soon, the caretaker was leading an elderly gray-haired man inside, and the other children were at once abuzz, flocking toward him like a swarm of locusts to present their gifts. "Hello, Sir!' "Let me sing for you, Sir!" "Can you look at my drawings, Sir?" I alone sat at that quiet corner, looking like a complete outsider.

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.