Alan Furst Latest Novel Novels & Stories

I pushed the door, expecting it to be locked, but it creaked open, revealing a small room lit by a single candle. The air inside was thick, smelling of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books and scrolls, their edges yellowed. A table sat in the center, cluttered with strange objects—a cracked crystal, a dagger with a wolf’s head hilt, a leather-bound book with no title. My fingers brushed the book, and that warmth stirred again, stronger, like a pulse. I opened it, my hands shaking. The pages were filled with handwriting, sharp and slanted, like it was written in a hurry. Words jumped out—Lycan blood, shadow-born, cursed wolf. My heart stopped. I skimmed faster, catc

When she's free, she still dropped by for classes. Killing time on her phone, Aurora stumbled upon a trending novel, "War Against Fate." It tells the tale of Dylan, a wealthy playboy, and Yasmine, a nightclub singer who are brought together during a war. Dylan's family loses their fortune, Yasmine takes him in, but he continues his wayward lifestyle. Only after Yasmine dies protecting him does he realize his follies and joins the army. What makes this novel captivating are the contrasting personalities: Dylan, the hedonistic playboy, and Yasmine, the mature, civic-minded singer.

"It's so dark and it's getting colder. I decide I have to try to start a fire. I'm looking for sticks trying to stay focused. Someone jumped on me from behind, pushing me down on my stomach. I try to stand up, but they're pinning me. I feel...fur. It's an animal. It's going to eat me. Then I feel it bite down on my leg. The pain...it's unbearable. I can feel it chewing my muscle. I wish it would have started with my neck, so I wouldn't have to feel this." Clara's voice caught in her throat. She took a shaky breath and continued. "I'm trying to move, but it's too heavy. Then out of nowhere it's gone. I don't care what happened, but I know I need to get moving. I try to stand, but my leg gives

Ash Blackwood hadn't slept in thirty-seven hours. He'd spent that time driving through rain, following a scent-trail that grew stronger with each mile closer to Seattle. His hands had white-knuckled the steering wheel for so long his fingers had gone numb. His wolf was close to the surface—restless, desperate, clawing at his human consciousness with demands he couldn't articulate without risking total loss of control. Finding her was supposed to fix this.

He lives long enough to be overcome by his darkness. Well...I'm not exactly happy that his madness might overtake him, but I'm happy that he will live. As long as he's alive, there's hope to contain that darkness anyway...or prevent it from ever reaching that stage. A giddy, wild rush of energy blooms fiercely inside me, small but intense, pushing forcefully through the surrounding gloom like a brilliant shaft of light through cracks in stone. I can’t help the strange, inappropriate smile that pulls at my lips. One of the elders notices the sudden shift. His scowl deepens. “What’s so amusing, Luna? Our neighboring wolves are dying, and you’re grinning like a fool at the possibility of a plag

Is he merely indifferent, or is there something buried beneath the frost in his gaze? Finally, I take the dagger, dragging the blade lightly over the tip of my finger. A drop of blood wells, falling into the vial beneath the inscription. A golden light flares, and the library opens. Yohan turns without a word and steps deeper into the chamber. “We’re looking for a book,” he says, voice low. “The Lost Frinx.” Evelyn nods and hurries off between the shelves. I follow Yohan, noting how his gaze moves sharply across the floating tomes, scanning for something specific. He isn’t fumbling. He knows exactly what he’s looking for.

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

The feeling of being confined reminds me of the location from which I had to flee in the first place, The Rig , so I wish they would let us out once more. An abandoned oil rig in the Gulf that has been transformed into a castle and is fortified with cutting-edge defenses. I was born there, the first and only child of Arthur Woods, the Alpha Prime of the Dark Moon Pack. I left that area years ago, but the scent and the dread never leave you. I have to convince myself that, even though I'm trapped here, this isn't the Rig. I'm secure. I'm entirely, 100 percent safe.

I settled into a quiet corner, hoping to lose myself in the story. The book started like any other werewolf novel, talking about full moons and shifting. But then, I turned the page and my breath caught. There was a picture. Not the usual handsome man turning into a wolf, this was different. This wolf was massive with glowing red eyes and thick, dark fur. The caption underneath read, “Cursed Alphas.” It looked… powerful. Intimidating.

Slowly, she drifted off to lala land. The sun had barely risen when aurora got up; she was so anxious throughout the night, even though she had handled big deal like this, she still got anxiety. With the room feeling stuffy, she walked over to her window and balcony to open it up, making it less stuffy. It was an eerie morning; the whisper of the breeze seems like an intimidating move. Though it was still dawn, the subtle ripple and wave of water was heard, the sound of the ocean filled her room. She paced up and down her room, being a very big space like that of an office, with her bed being at the centered of it; her bed was like that of a king, huge with lots of pillows stuck around it, i