Alaska Fiction Novels & Stories

The cold air contrasted with my sad emotions when we finally touched Alaska. Assisted by my parents, I exited the jet and entered a waiting car. As we drove, I reflected on my rebellious past—leaving home at eighteen to chase a modeling dream that never panned out, which led me to work as a cashier in a cafe where I met Kellan. My parents disapproved of our union, given Kellan's financial standing back then. But my mother’s recent battle with cancer mended our broken relationship. Returning to Alaska brought a whirlwind of emotions, especially for a place I had once turned my back on.

AlphaAbel leant forward, his smirk gone, replaced with cold curiosity. "Tell us what you know." Fred swallowed hard, trying to calm the panic rising in his chest. His mind raced, flashing back to how it all started. It had been a simple case—a murder investigation that spiralled into something far beyond his understanding. "I was investigating a murder," Fred began, his voice shaking. "A few years ago. A body was dumped outside the city limits, near the woods. It looked like a routine case at first—a domestic violence situation. The victim’s name was Ronald Kray, and my search led me to Alaska. He had an ex-wife and daughter living there, and I thought they might have information. But when I

Evangeline's POV When Alexis was explaining herself in front of us I knew immediately that she was telling the truth. Ever since I was little I could easily tell if someone was either telling the truth or lying. I got beat up too much because of it in my old pack. It was because I was able to expose the lies they were saying. One night, when I was still eleven years old, I told the alpha that his beta lied to him earlier. Alpha Drake, of course didn't believe me and forgot that I even told him anything, but the beta of course didn't. That night I was brutally beaten, I thought it was the end of me. I broke about four ribs and an ankle. I could swear to you that for three weeks after that I w

“Where are the others?” “They went out,” I said because it wasn’t a total lie and flipped open the journal. “It’s my turn to choose which diary entry we get to enact next. Do you … have any preference?” Anna shook her head and watched over my shoulder as I flipped through the pages aimlessly while listening to the guys shout through the mind link about the men who were on our land and trying to find the pack house. “I did something bad last night,” she whispered suddenly, looping her arm around mine and resting her head against my shoulder, her gaze refusing to meet mine. “And I don’t know how I feel about it. It wasn’t what I should’ve done, but I couldn’t help myself.”

I turned back, my eyes still emitting danger. “Keys.” I spat. He jolted and immediately brought out the keys from his pocket, then threw them to me. Sitting inside the expensive car which seemed to have not been cleaned for months, I frowned and threw Benson, who sat in the passenger seat, a disgusted look. But I still inserted the keys in and started the car. In no time, the car was running on the road. My destination— The Alaska home. The Alaska family doesn’t live in the Northern Pack but in a city that wasn’t taken by any pack. They are involved in business and grew their wealth from farmland.

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

How was it possible they don’t recall who turned them? I bit on the red marker as my mind went deep into thoughts. I had no clue yet, I continued mapping everything, including landmarks that could be very useful during the journey. Alaska has five regions range from the wildflower- filled tundra to lush temperature rain forests. I marked out the southwest and the south central before drowsiness began to torment me despite the coffee I had been sipping in.

How sweet! M: I am wondering if you might be able to help me with something. A: Anything. Just say the word. M: How would you like to go to Alaska for me? A: WHAT?! ALASKA! M (laughing): Yes, Alaska. A: Would you tell me what is so important in Alaska that can’t wait until Spring or even Summer? M: I got a call from the leader of the werebears in the Canadian and Alaskan region this morning. They have a huge poaching problem and because of this, they have lost five werebears in the past month.

"Alaska is divided into two. The human realm and the supernatural. I am the great witch in the human realm and she is the great witch of the supernatural" Rachel smiled. She knew it will be difficult for them to understand what Stella had said. Alaska isn't a place to understand. She gestured to the kids. "Come let me tell you all you need to know about the great book" They moved closer to her, all settling down in a comfortable position to listen to the story of the great book. A book of power, magic, and mystery.

Knowing not to keep me waiting, he appeared before me within seconds. "Alpha, we haven't slept at all since the Luna disappeared," he expressed. "We discovered their wrecked car and then a trail that led us to Alaska. There's only a small pack there, and Alpha Reeder has pledged to be on the lookout for anyone resembling our Luna's description. With so few permanent human residents there, any new arrival would stand out." I growled in frustration at the high ranking's stupidity, any fool could see it was a false trail. In Alaska, where the population is sparse and a visitor easily stands out, someone accustomed to warmer climates may find the weather less than inviting.