Novel & Cerita Books Set In Wyoming

Dropped it in the trash bag. "Elara?" One of the helpers held up a spiral-bound book. "What about this?" Our six-year memory book. Never finished. Pages and pages. Photos from the beginning. The middle. All the good parts. I took it from her. Ripped out the pages one by one. Dropped them in the bag. "Burn it," I said. When I looked up, Seraphina stood in the doorway. Watching. Smiling. "Want to know why the pack physician said you weren't pregnant?"

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves. I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

Blake’s warriors scoured the desert for another week, but the shifting dunes of the Silver Ridge territory yielded no trace of Hudson or Sadie. The lack of remains was the only silver lining; it meant their wolves hadn't been extinguished yet. Avery’s spirit was fraying. This barren outpost was a jagged contrast to Blake’s lush estate, and the harsh winds were beginning to take their toll. After several days, the brutal environment began to affect Grant. He was a pup, not a desert scavenger.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Kian Dawn comes too fucking soon. I’ve spent the night tossing and turning, too focused on the threat of the cops returning before we clear out to get any semblance of sleep. Since Amora tried to use the coffee pot as a weapon yesterday, caffeine is out of the question, so by the time we pack some essentials, shift, and set out, I’m more than ready for a good run to clear my head. We head north, our sights set on Wyoming. Last we heard, thanks to Quinton’s obsessive need to keep tabs on his ex, Felicity’s pack had set up camp in the southern part of the state.

Smiling as the powerful roar of the engine hits my ears, I peel away from my drive and begin the short drive to my destination. I'd planned on doing this in a couple of days, after having only arrived here three days go. I wanted some more time to settle in and be seen around town. But after meeting Zak last night, i knew I couldn't wait, that flame within me burned brighter immediately and i just knew that sooner or later I'd have to face the man I'd grown to despise. As my Ford Ranger pulls into the compound, I look around at the many bikes that are parked neatly.

"Watch your game. I'll find something else to do." She headed to her bedroom, grabbed the thriller novel from her nightstand, the one she hadn't touched since Liam had become a problem, since reading about fictional danger had felt too close to her reality. When she returned to the living room, Wyatt had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched along the back, his long legs extended in front of him. He looked good there. Too good. Like he belonged in her space. Lauren didn't ask, just curled up beside him, tucking her legs under her, her shoulder pressing against his side as she opened the book. She could feel him stiffen for a moment before relaxing again.

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.