Novel & Cerita Faraway Wanderers

ani Romano habang unti-unting hinihigop ang sabaw. “Midnight stroll?” angil ni Monique. “Fuck that. We’re still going to Tagaytay, don’t forget that. I hired you to drive us all the way there.” “Relax,” ani Romano. “Savor it. Lasapin mo. Take it all in.” Tumawa siya. “Oh, god. You’re such a pares freak.” “Thank god for pares!” wika ni Romano na itinaas pa ang libreng kamay nito.

Sparks by Coldplay (All songs featured in this story are in the PROJECT: Runaway Spotify playlist linked in the synopsis and description) • Nakamasid si Ayra sa pamilyar na tanawin sa labas ng sasakyan. Mga punong isinasayaw ng hangin at mga kabahayang sumisimbolo ng payak na kabuhayan ang umaaliw sa kanyang paningin Saglit lamang silang nag almusal ni Vinxer kanina sa Tagaytay at maaga na silang bumiyahe pauwi sa kanilang probinsya

Brynn Hollis' POV The gray wolves arrived at dusk. They came not from the north, not from the east—from nowhere. One moment the horizon was empty, the next they stood at the edge of the forest, silent, watching. Their fur was the color of storm clouds, their eyes bright as stars. We had not seen them coming. "They were not there a moment ago," Farrah said, her hand on her blade. "They are not enemies," Luna Rose said. "They are wanderers. They have always been wanderers."

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

“A few call-center people, drunk people, just-came-from-a-wake people… the usual.” “Hey, I know you can see and hear me!” the stray beside her interrupted. He was talking and screaming and whining non-stop, and Akira’s head began to ache. Of the short shift she worked in this 7-Eleven, it sure felt like a thousand days with this tireless, lost soul. Shut up, shut up, shut up! “’Just-came-from-a-wake people?’” Nate asked and pondered for a second before realizing what Akira meant. “Oh… pagpag.”

Top scorers in other states were hungry for those spots, and it chilled me to see how this naive bunch of children was acting. I pinched myself hard on the thigh to force myself to clear my head. "Let me go home and amend my admission to Northrind. I promise I won't tell on you." "Don't even think about it!" James and others dragged me to the train station and took a group picture of everyone, claiming it was their last crazy act as youths and that they had to make the most of it. My voice started trembling when I saw the train's departing time getting closer. "I promise I won't say a word. Just let me go home now, or I'll yell loud enough to get the police here!"

Still my eyes close I manage to grab Farren’s chubby arms to pull her close to me. I used her arm to wipe some sands on my face. Her arms are quite chubbier and sturdier than the last time I hold it. It keeps on vibrating on my face as if Farren is giggling, but I can’t hear her snorting or scream in high pitch sounds. “Keep still, Farren,” I requested. “Uhm, auntie?” Farren called. I heard Caleb laugh at the background and Ciri giggling. “What?” I groaned, still rubbing her arms on my cheeks and face.

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

"So..." "They drifted back to the lives they had known before the Red Moon Pack had ever existed." Anastasia listened intently, hanging on every word. "What did they become?" Anana smiled faintly. "They became what they had once been..." "Wanderers." The word lingered in the cool night air. Anastasia's brows knitted together. "Wanderers?" Anana nodded gently. "They were no longer bound to a single land... or a single people." "So they wandered."

"Sorry, Kay. It all happened too quickly, and I didn't get to talk to you in person. Once I'm back, I'll take two weeks off to be with you, okay? I'll bring you a little something soon. Stay home and wait for me. Love you." Kayla listened to his sweet, affectionate words while reading Tiffany's messages, and a wry smile crossed her face. Tiffany shared pictures of herself and Winston at a resort in the nearby city. He held her in his arms, his hand resting on her thigh, covered in stockings. He seemed like he couldn't wait a second longer. "Kayla, it must be hard waiting alone at home. Look at your husband—he got all the moves," Tiffany texted. Winston grew impatient on the other end of the