Books Like Yellowstone Novels & Stories

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

And then she left. I let out a heavy sigh as if I had just escaped from something dangerous. Alone at last, I wandered between the towering shelves, running my fingers along the spines of books that contained centuries of werewolf history and law. As I got to the back of the library, a particular book with a golden cover caught my attention. I read the title which says; The Evolution of Pack Hierarchies in the United States of America. Hmm, this seems interesting. So I reached for it, sliding it carefully from its place. But as I removed the book, I caught a glimpse of a figure through the gap I took the book from.

“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

He reached up into a cabinet, pulling out the first mug he saw, and filled it with coffee. Colton finished the section he was reading, closed the book using his finger as a bookmark, and then shifted in his seat so he could face Ezra. "Actually, I'm reading a book Milli recommended on moonstones." Ezra turned, one eyebrow cocked. "That's a thick book to be just about moonstones." He lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip. As he lowered the cup, holding it at waist level, he glanced out the window to the morning sun. "How did the night go? Everything remain quiet?"

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

STANLEY POV The smell of Wyoming is better than the rest of the United States. It isn't heavily polluted or tainted by large human populations like Florida and California. It's clean and fresh smelling. The air is practically crisp here. "I'm glad you still know how to use those facial muscles," Fin teases as he flicks his eyes between the road and my face.

We dropped two more guards and stowed away their body before we were able to gain entrance into the main land. Maximo’s prediction was precise. Ortho pack was draining this pack. Once upon a time, Yellowstone was an enviable pack. It had everything, abundant resources, enviable land, and good location that can easily be defended against an incursion. Everyone wanted to associate with the pack, but all that changed when neighboring packs began to desire what the pack has. Ortho Pack was one of those packs. For years, they pillaged Yellowstone until they finally conquered and subjugated it.

End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3) Hendrick’s book (no title yet, to pick up when the book of Veronica ends) Potential plans (synopsis written): Victoria’s book Raymond’s book Audrey’s book

- Yana said as if nothing had happened, examining me with even greater interest than at night. She was wearing an ultra-short leather dress with a deep bronze neckline, like her entire perfect body. A thin lace was playfully tied around the neck, probably also made of leather. Killer metal hairpins and a high ponytail of long silk hair the color of a crow's feather complemented the image of a kind of sun-spoiled A****n, tremblingly holding in her arms an obviously hungry child, a little older than my Nikita, but with the fury of a true predator, ready to defend him and herself at any moment. At least paint an oil painting! - But I could not see with my own eyes the lair of the most enviable