Novel & Cerita Alaska Fiction

I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange. “The Winter Wolves are the closest thing we have to royalty. They don’t sit on thrones or wear crowns but their bloodline can be traced back to when shifters first settled in America. The stories say they came from cold climates which is why their wolves are always snow white and why they settled in Alaska, apparently, if a Winter Wolf leaves the Pack and they don’t meet their fated mate, they are drawn back to Alaska like some kind of magical pull.” Flora flattens out her skirt while speaking so she completely misses the way I drop

FLASHBACK YEARS AGO INTO THE WOODS The night was surprisingly quiet and the owls hooted while hanging on the branches of the trees as a sudden cry of pain and anguish were heard far into the woods. A huge black wolf with glowing eyes was being tied down by many wolves, it's was a beta and it was being betrayed by his pack. A pale looking woman was crying on the floor as she was been raped by the alpha of the pack, her cloths were roughly torn, her claws scratched the floor due to struggle and as she cried her fangs came in view. She was a vampire, a very beautiful Vampire. The wolf which was abushed was Derek and the woman crying for help was his beautiful wife Lydia and hiding under the tab

Until they reached Alaska! "According to the legends, Alaska is one of the places that can turn an animal to God! But I don't know if this is true-- but we can only try. We can't afford the time to wait. We can only hope the world change." She explained. When they reached the area, the air seems to permeate cold. Alaska it is! Never did Nayna expected her husband made a coat. Two of them. "Here." He reached out his hand to his wife.

Alejandro’s POV Tongass Forest, Alaska, huh? If I successfully retrieve the herb, then I will be off to Nevada to see my radiant moonlight. I feel like it has been ight years since I held my mate close. The stillness here is unlike anything I have encountered. This place is not silent, no, Alaska breathes, but it does so beneath the skin. The trees whisper in languages older than any wolf, older than even Inferno. Their branches reach skyward like claws mid-prayer. And the snow, light as ash, sifts through the pine needles in thin, ghostly veils.

"Queens, New York. My family owns a pizzeria. I do the wedding photos gig on the side." This guy was a walking contradiction. "What brings you to Alaska?" "I vacation here every year. Fishing and whatnot." She nodded. "Our gallery only showcases Alaskan terrain, whether urban or scenic. If we were to do an exhibit, one of your pieces would end up in our book collection we publish yearly. It gets circulated around nationally." He nodded. This was like pulling teeth. "Let's see what you brought and go from there."

“First, Alaska is cold as hell. It’s all snow and more snow, maybe blood on a lucky day.” “Blood?!” “Yes, mostly wild wolves fighting. It’s a nasty sight. Don't even think about it.” Thank goodness. My heart just skipped. I thought he was involved in something life threatening. “Signal is pathetic here, even with a satellite phone. I’m in Anchorage right now, thankfully the signal here was better, enough for me to finally speak to you. You’ll like it here. In the mornings, the snow is pretty. It reminds me of you,” I blinked, then laughed. I tried to image Xavier staring out of the windows at the planes of snow and imagining me. “Me? The snow? I'm the furthest thing from a snow person. I hat

I asked the woman who had the guts to challenge me with a smirk and an evil glint in my eyes. I, the Alpha of Fangs, was challenged to a drinking game. Most only ever know me as Alpha. After all, we cannot expose our identity to humans and shout to the world that we are a pack of wolves, and this is our territory, right? And so, we pose as one of the most feared gangs in town. We are sitting at the bar island where all kinds of alcoholic drinks worldwide can be seen. No type of liquor in the world can be found in my own bar. The customers now had their worlds surrounding us, and the betting started on who would give up or get drunk first.

I have to do something… My first thought is to track Maria-Ann down and demand she explain what made her say those things about me but I don’t want to be made to look more evil. There is always my plan to move on to the next state, but how far can I go where people won’t recognize me? I decide to do some research on small towns far away from a large city. One place pops up a lot…Alaska. It’s not an easy state to get to though and I’m not flush with cash to pay for the trip. The small amount of money I had saved was enough to maybe take me as far as California, but if I can make it there I can work on getting more and possible make it down to Mexico.

"It's getting chilly out here; let's hurry up inside." "We've lived in the Alaskan outback for two years; this fifty-degree weather isn't going to hurt us." Alaska? I don't think she realized that she'd just given away a piece of the puzzle, and I didn't let on that I'd heard or that it meant anything. She'd gone all the way to Alaska.

The Alaskan coast appeared on the horizon after three weeks at sea. The water grew colder, the sky grew darker, and the days grew shorter. Elif had never experienced a northern winter before. The darkness pressed against her, heavy and suffocating, making her feel small and insignificant. But the Alaskans who met them at the dock did not seem bothered by the lack of sun. They moved through the twilight with easy confidence, their faces weathered by generations of surviving in this harsh land. Nukka was waiting for them on the shore, her silver hair bright against the gray sky. She embraced Elif warmly, then stepped back to look at Nisan.