Alaska Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Adrian knew the truth. His mind went back to when he was a child when his Nana would tell him stories of the wolf people that lived in Alaska. According to her the wolf people were kind and caring, they cared for their community and protected the innocent. He had never truly believed her stories, but he knew the truth as he paged through all three books.

Alaska was just like a medieval - modern town. It had the characteristics of what made up a city, with schools, electricity and most social amenities present in the town, but then the presence of witches, wizards werewolves and vampires, as well as the numerous rituals and happenings that went on in Alaska made it more medieval and going ages back in time. He had heard so many rumors too, about the kind of clothing they wore, how they behaved, the distribution and characterization of pack houses, the distinct clans far and near, as well as the insane blood rituals that happened over there, and everything just felt surreal.

Most of the books were more ledgers than anything, records of the pack’s history, but there was small section of classic books, some of which appeared to be first editions. Feeling a little excited over the prospect I searched the title, looking at the familiar names, the literary classics, before stopping on a title I had never heard of by an author I didn’t know. I was a big reader I always had been, so it was rare for me to come across an old book that held no recognition whatsoever. With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fan

"Do you know any other stories about wolves that I might like?" "Oh, there are so many great ones!" she says, her eyes lighting up. "Have you ever read 'The Call of the Wild' or 'White Fang' by Jack London? They're both classics about the wilds of Alaska and the life of a wolf. Or 'Never Cry Wolf' by Farley Mowat - it's a nonfiction book about a biologist who studies wolves in the Canadian Arctic.” “Calm down!” I laughed. “You know a lot. What are you? A beta wolf?” I joked and Lauren laughed.

I straighten up my back and stare at her. “John Green.” I state. She smiles confidently. “Looking For Alaska. Miles Halter is fascinated by famous last words–and tired of his safe life at home. He leaves for boarding school to seek what the dying poet Francois Rabelais called the “Great Perhaps.” Much awaits Miles at Culver Creek, including Alaska Young. Clever, funny, screwed-up, and dead sexy, Alaska will pull Miles into her labyrinth and catapult him into the Great Perhaps.” She says. Oh dear, she spells out the exact synopsis. No kidding.

“Just got word from one of my cousins in Alaska. Said they’ve seen a herd moving through a valley nobody’s used in years.” Cheyenne turned sharply, eyes narrowing. “Get it pinned. I want eyes on that area by morning.” Serenya felt her chest tighten—but not with fear. With hope. For the first time in years, it didn’t feel like she was running alone. And now, the world was running with her. Back at Cheyenne’s cabin, the girls had taken over every flat surface. Phones buzzed across the coffee table. Notebooks lay open on the floor with half-scribbled coordinates and names. A world map had been unrolled and pinned to the far wall with kitchen knives—because push pins were apparently too civilize

A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips but it eventually vanished. “He went out first. The team needed him immediately.” I nodded and shyly stood up from bed. Of course, he’s the Alpha. Why would he even wait for me, right? I just fixed myself before docking from the ship. My mouth dropped open when I saw the situation outside. Trees were lifeless. I don’t even think there’s life here. Buildings and houses were destroyed and burned. This has become their life? In all of my years in experience, I have never saw something like this. Even being a Warrior Witch, I have never seen something like this.

In the late spring and summer, and with the aid of binoculars: humpbacks blowing and rolling and brandishing their tails. Once, Kristin and I had even spotted an orca leisurely hunting the open waters to the south, probably having followed a family of seals as they returned from their winter getaway. As magical as all this sounds, it was tough living. Juneau lay at the feet of the mountains, against the sea, and in the middle of a subtropical rainforest. The elements played hell on everything. Except for April and May, the precipitation was almost constant year-round. Add to that the windstorms, the salt, the silt, the ice, the avalanches, the stubbornly unpredictable waters, and the quicksa

Sasha slowly put an ample amount of it on her own. “You like seafood?” Such a random question from a Beta. Sasha only nodded as she placed down the seafood plate and reached for a plate of warm rice. “When Alpha Cal was alive, I lived in the horse barn near the Red Lake. We often fish for our own food.” She jerked her chin to the seafood plate which is now on his hands. “Of course, there’s no pig or cow in the lake, is there?” He cackled at her joke. “Well, you can now eat as much beef and pork as you want. Roasted lamb?”

Who the hell told you I was going to talk about nude? " And how did you know my head of department said nude? Are you a spy? Or do you have strange abilities and talents?" " You read minds right? " Melissa asked. " So what if I do? " I asked. " Well the thing is I also do read mind. There is this saying that goes like this, in order to catch a criminal, one has to think like a criminal. So, in order to catch a werewolf, one has to think like a werewolf. Can't you see you are destined to hunt werewolves, that is why you think like them. Werewolves, have a very good ear. They can hear things to the extent of hearing what one's heart says. Werewolves are intellectual beings and so are you becau