Books Set In West Virginia Novels & Stories

Although we were still too far away for me to see that actual village, realizing its position between two mountains, I could easily see how the community could remain under the radar of Bartholomew’s people. When we finally entered Verso, my first impression wasn’t favorable. The landscape surrounding the small community looked just as war torn and haggard as the rest of the land we’d traveled over. Remembering Geo’s description, I struggled to understand why Geo would tell me a story about his beautiful home when he came from an area that may actually be worse than where I lived. We encountered a few people now and then and I was struck by the reverence they gave Geo and the small group. I

We were at war. Just the thought of it was outrageous. While growing up in the Chicago area, I’d never even been in the vicinity of a gang rumble, let alone anything else. Now, after only a few months of leaving an area that ranked in the top twenty-five cities for crime in the USA and moving to what appeared to be a sleepy mountain hamlet wedged between small town USA and a city that was barely large enough to claim the title, not only was I at war, but I was at war with werewolves whose savageness was something the Chicago gangs couldn’t fathom. It was all too surreal.

“You didn’t say a word to me the entire ride yesterday. “I figured you might have needed some time to process leaving behind your family and friends. Now I’m hoping that you are past that. Are you hungry?” “No,” I said quickly. “But I am tired.” I curled my legs under my lap and leaned my head against the window. I wasn’t planning on being his entertainment for the rest of this ride. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. “Wake up.” I felt a nudge against my arm. “We are almost home.” ‘Home.’ I thought to myself. He had the audacity to call it home. This wasn’t my home. I opened my eyes to see nothing but grassy knolls. Godric didn’t go into too many details about this place. Except that it

Pearl bit her lips at the little vibration of her clit against her pantyless skirt. She stepped back, her gaze held on the gigantic wolf, as Alec and his men ushered her into the room. The guilt was killing her. The small cabin looked smaller now with the bags and boxes of spellbooks filling the majority of the kitchen floor. Not that she cared. She’d climb in there and live with that money. And what a happy life she would live there! Surrounded by all the things she cared about in this world. "I’m sorry I’m so late. Work always gets in the way." Alec took a step closer to her, and she was very aware of his men exiting, closing her door behind them.

I shook my head; she was being overly dramatic I assured myself. My voice, my wolf Aurora, had been insistent that I venture to West Virginia. She gave no reason, and all I wanted was something quiet, and a lovely little mountain town sounded delightful, so when she had suggested, I gave no argument. I only hoped that the town would be void of werewolves, I really didn’t want to deal with any more drama.

I needed assistance and I wasn’t sure I was going to get one while I was out here. Lauren, my mom didn’t even know that I was here. I had left the house silently in order to get some breathing space. We had just arrived from Washington out of hope that we could put our past behind us. Lauren had assured me that WinstonVille would be the perfect place to restart our lives. WinstonVille was a quiet town in West Virginia. Nothing happened over here which made it a great choice for my mother. I had wandered into the woods with the hope that I would find the solitude that I had seemed so much. It had been so quiet and I had loved the way my feet crushed the dry leaves. They made a crunching sound