Wandering Stars A Novel Novels & Stories

It was a new moon so the stars were shining their brightest. "Ha- I don't know what I've done to win such favor from you god... But thank you." Alison mumbled with a tear rolling down her cheek. All in one day never had she been so terrified, and yet never had she been so thankful for something either.

The sky was splashed with brilliant stars which illuminated not only the atmosphere but also people's hearts. Nneoma sat on her bed, munching popcorn. At that moment, she reached for a poetry book on her cupboard which she had purchased at a bookshop during the holidays. It was titled; Chimes of Golden Tunes. 'I've not read the poems,' she murmured opening the book. She positioned herself well on the bed and flipped the pages. Arriving on the first poem, she read the title slowly. 'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight.'

She alone remained there, My little swallow, And I'm here in this foreign land. I miss her day and night. Sorrow, sorrow for that girl, For green Forterein; Sorrow, sorrow, heart is crying, I will see her no more. Wine, wine, give me wine! And when I die bury me In green Forterein, By my dear girl. By my dear family. The crowd cheered, more and more of them came. “We want that new one!” the crowd reacted even more. “One…two…three…” Aster counted until the song started:

Lurking in the night. Pearl was a wanderer. In a way, she had been a wanderer her entire life. In the last two years, she has taken the job pretty seriously though. This small, quiet village within the eastern part of the Kingdom was nice, unnoticeable, and easy for someone who wanted to disappear to do just that. It had been two years since the incident in the pub, yet Pearl was still in this realm.

Then movement—four powerful shapes pushing through toxic smoke, wolves manifesting as shadows. "Alpha's daughter! Hold fast! Your father's pack has come! The Northern wolves have breached the silver!" Strong arms lifted me from wreckage, carrying me away from the burning territory of the male who discarded me like ash, away from the broken bond that had been my cage, toward freedom. "Please hang on—the bond of blood calls you home—" I gritted my teeth and wrote my name in blood across the Bond Severance Scroll. Pain tore through me. Then black.

And sometimes, when he thinks I'm not looking, I catch him watching me with an expression that makes my heart beat faster. On the eighth night, Mrs. Holloway's enchanted journal delivers its first message: she's made progress decoding the Lens, but needs specific astronomical calculations that require access to equipment at the university in Portland. She'll be gone for two days and warns us to stay vigilant. That evening, an early winter storm rolls in, bringing howling winds that bend the trees surrounding the cabin and rattle the windows in their frames. We build up the fire and settle in the main room with books and hot chocolate, the wild weather making the cabin feel even more like a c

Even the stars were so bright though we are at the city. Since this was a romance-fantasy novel, it w vastly different from the modern world. In huge cities, no stars were bright as the stars here – no, I think they cannot compare at all. I let out a sigh and looked at the seal on my wrist. ‘I still don’t know why I invite Jean here as well.’ He was peacefully sleeping on the sofa. I put my elbows at my window sill as a support as I put my face on the palm of my hand. I stared at his side profile far from me.

POV: Mira The night felt alive. Stars blanketed the sky above Newhaven, casting a soft, silver glow over the city. The square, once a battleground, was now filled with the hum of voices, laughter, and the occasional crackle of lanterns swaying in the cool breeze. Humans and wolves stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces a mix of cautious curiosity and tentative hope.

And somewhere nearby, werewolves wandered . While the wanderers were protected only by a miracle. But if Slada cannot go, the miracle will not happen, and they will be overtaken. Everyone. Five adults and seven children. The woman peered into the blackness of the forest. A cold gust of wind carried the faint barking of a dog. Nothing to do. And the wanderer moved towards the sound, holding her heavy belly. * * * The torn body, burning from the beatings, seemed alien. Even the pain made its way from somewhere far away. Cold reigned in the wash basin, the water in the vats had almost cooled down - it was a little warmer than fresh milk. But Lesana hardly noticed it.

She crossed her arms so her hard nipples wouldn’t show. “I’m tired from the flight,” Alex said. “Gonna crash early. You two don’t stay up too late.” He grabbed his bag and headed to his old room down the hall. The second Alex’s door clicked shut, the air changed. Ethan looked at Lila. His eyes were dark and hungry. “Bedroom. Now.” Lila’s stomach flipped. She turned and walked to her room. Ethan followed right behind her. As soon as the door closed, he locked it.