Best Old Western Books Novels & Stories

I can tell Uncle Leo we aren't ready yet. 'I'm sure. I don't think it will help us, but it won't hurt either.' She said. I picked up the book. It was an old, deep brown, leatherbound book with the title in gold leaf. 'Tales of Olde'. It was heavier than I expected. Uncle Leo hadn't told me the title of the story so I skimmed the contents page. None of the titles mentioned an unnamed wolf. I sighed.

"Yes. We close at nine." The man walked toward the desk, his heavy boots echoing in the empty space. He pulled a stack of four hardcover books from inside his jacket, somehow keeping them dry. He set them on the counter with a solid thud. "Returning these. Didn't want to get hit with another fine. You guys are ruthless." Owen looked at the books. They were all westerns. Louis L'Amour. "We prefer to think of it as incentivizing punctuality." The man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the quiet room. "I bet you do. I'm Jax, by the way."

Without hesitation, I strode toward the shelves, the ones that held the old leather-bound book Beta Raymond had once brought out when he had mentioned about pack’s ancient histories. Author here: What could this mean?

I haven't completed the book YET as for a few weeks, I have been dealing with personal things and editing another one of my books, however, the book IS about 90% completed so there will only be a few more chapters to come after the bulk I will be posted in just a few short days. Anyway, I hope you're excited to see what's next for Harley and her outlaws!!!!

"We have a variety of everything." He reached behind me then, pulling a few older books from one of the shelves before handing them to me. The covers were worn and elegant, the pages yellowed with age. "They're old," he said. "Most of them were written in the eighteen hundreds." I opened one somewhere near the middle before handing it back to him. "Read something to me," I said quietly.

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

“Go on…” “She didn’t stay here often, the old woman. But every time she came, she brought books for Hale. Crates of them, actually. Histories, old crafts, herbcraft, healing — and records of the East.” His voice drops. “I never went near them. Half the family thought she was mad, and the things she kept weren’t the kind of things you read for pleasure. But they’re still here. Locked in the old east library, gathering dust.” He pauses. “There might be something in them, Ember. About the East. About Caelora. Even about this — Maiden of the Long War your wolf named herself. Maybe… Maybe even something that might help with healing Rayana.” My heart is pounding. “You’d let me—”

He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. The room was full of dust since it hadn't been cleaned for a while now. The shelves were filled with books lined the room, and some scrolls were rolled tightly and tied with strings. Steve hasn't been here in a long time, for years now. He walked to the far end where the oldest books were kept. Most of them were written in languages only known to werewolf elders. He went through the titles until his eyes landed on one covered in red leather. The edges of the book were worn, and the title was nearly faded.

“Really? That’s such a relief, I couldn’t handle it if my Matty was upset with me.” “You’re the only person I’ll ever let refer to me as ‘Matty’, just remember that.” “Fine by me. So what have you got?” He brought over about five or six really old-looking leather-bound books and set them down. “I’d say we start here. These books date back centuries and are full of information regarding the man and wolf connection. I would guess that if they know about that connection, then maybe somewhere someone found how to break it.” I grabbed the top book on the stack and passed it over to Matt before it took the second one down.

She's just trying to mess up for fun. " Come on babe. We both know who was clinging to whom. You know right I have only you in my heart to the soul " Maverick said. " What are you reading? " Maverick snatched Naitee's novel and saw that it's some fantasy Chinese novel. Meanwhile, Naitee looked at the tattoos on his chest and side of his waist. " Oh, this one. I've already read it about two times. Come with me or else I'll reveal spoilers of this novel to you " eventually Maverick blackmailed her making her look before silently following him back to her resort not before trashing her limbs in the air out of anger.