American Westerns Novels & Stories

"Are you givin' up, Cass?" "Never," She spat and instantly her wildfire anger showed. Cassidy turned around and faced her friend once again. His light tanned skin and warm brown eyes made her anger melt almost instantly... How could someone one so perfect be so wrong? "Let's go to Dodge, that bastard will probably be playin' cards and gettin' drunk there..." And they were off, as quickly as they went from town to town, they left. Card games and going to the theaters took up most of their nights, their horses satisfied from river to river, both keeping a watchful eye for Indians.

Ember moon pack is a fast growing community/county of werewolves only hidden in the outskirts and mountains of Montana, U.S.A. It's strictly closed to humans and non-wolves. Although we're hidden from the outside world, that doesn't mean the outside world is hidden from us, we've got electricity and nice cars but phones were banned. The previous alpha marked it as distracting and unnecessary since we're not to contact non wolves.

Alpha Wyatt I will always protect my little mate, she’s mine and mine only—as I am hers. My wolf keeps pushing through wanting to stay in wolf form just to be in our strongest form to defend our future Luna, Remi. I wouldn’t let harm come her way if I have anything to do with it, I do have my reputation for a reason. Before Remi came around, I was ruthless, I was known for my brutal force and strength. I was always good to my pack, but if any threat came our way or we had to advance on surrounding rabid rogues, I took immediate action, ending the threat without blinking an eye. I’m glad that my Alpha buddies are coming for the Luna Ceremony as I need some guy time to think about Remi’s dream

he scoffs. "A werewolf rock. How would I know anything about humans? They never interested me," I say dismissively. "They were men who roamed the wilds of America, untamed and free. They carried guns like these and settled their disputes by dueling," he says in a lecturing manner.

At the first crack of dawn, Jeremy, Lloyd, Alexandra, and Alicia, bleary-eyed but buzzing with anticipation, shook off their sleep to join Lloyd's seasoned ranch hands on the last stretch of their drive. The ranch, sprawling out in the morning light, was alive with the sounds of cattle lowing and horses snorting impatiently. It was a symphony of the Wild West, the backdrop to their exhilarating day ahead.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

As we crossed into South Dakota, the majestic Black Hills rose in the distance, their dark forests and granite peaks stirring a sense of awe within her. Driving through the winding roads of the Black Hills, Julius and I marveled at the lush pine forests and clear mountain streams that surrounded our vehicles. The surreal landscape of Badlands National Park revealed eroded buttes and jagged spires in vibrant hues, leaving her awed by nature's power. Each moment of Star's adventure through these diverse landscapes etched itself into her memory, awakening a deep appreciation for the untamed beauty of the American West.

Everyone was a member of the same pack and every job was necessary for our economy to thrive. In the time when Alpha Xander ruled Green Valley, your place in the pack was the most important thing. The Beta and the Gamma were treated like royalty, while the Omegas and house personnel were nothing more than dirt on the Alpha’s shoe; their job was to serve and they were treated poorly. I hoped that those things had changed since Zane took over.

Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch. As they navigate the complications of their arrangement, true feelings begin to blossom, and both must face internal and external challenges to build a life together. *** Prologue Amarillo, Texas, 1996. Jack Colt is one of the richest ranchers in Texas. His lands stretch as far as the eye can see. Even with so much power and money, he feels that something is missing in his life.

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”