Books Set In Wyoming Novels & Stories

Then she remembered- while she was exploring her room, she had seen one of the cupboards that had books in it, and she went in search of one. She found a few titles and decided to stick to some historical romance she found, about the Comanche warriors and blood moons, Texans, war and the Prairie. It was just as she sat down that she heard Charity's familiar knocking pattern. Pulling open the door, she saw her friends and ushered them in.

I hated to admit it, but I might need to find someone to connect with, just to keep my mind sane. The mountains in Colorado are much more heavily used than the mountain in Wyoming, so it took longer to make my way through unnoticed, but Jasper was a small, remote town near the southern border, and was a perfect spot for me to lay low for a while and come up with more of a plan.

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

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It was a life that was not worth living. It was when I turned sixteen and became permanently confined to a hospital bed that I discovered web novels. Limited to a hospital bed awaiting death, I became a voracious reader of werewolf romances. There was something about being a wolf with impeccable health, a pack that is family and a mate that comes and sweeps you off your feet, that got me addicted. It was a life I could never have so I experienced it through fiction. The storylines were repetitive but for a girl like me trapped in an awful life, they let me dream of being healthy, beautiful and surrounded by people who were like me – a pack. Through these books, I experienced love with fated

She was left suddenly alone in the back on the bench. She shivered even though she wasn’t cold. She’d worn her best wool sweater, thinking she could shuck it along the way and a pair of leggings under her vintage dress. As she climbed out of the truck, she was glad for it. She’d always heard the desert was cold at night, but she was struck by the crispness of the air. Still, she was used to winter in Wyoming. They’d done their mating ceremony outside, in the middle of a blizzard. Her wolf howled with danger and thrashed uncomfortably within her as she took in the elongated buildings in the distance and the flat, squat building with all the doors and small square windows near where they’d sto

He told me recently by message that he is looking to sell off a large parcel and if I knew anyone who would consider it. Well, I didn’t have to think twice. Wyoming is stunning with mountains for days. Beautiful sunrises and sunsets. I told him I would buy it and go my lawyer onto it straight away. It’s not some place I can retire to but the cabin has lost its appeal to me now, after all that happened. Wyoming is far, far away from the likes of Alexei and his rogue pack. There is also, not that Jackson knows, a couple of wolf packs out that way that Roxy and I can mingle in with if they have us, during our stays in Wyoming. It will be a good life and who knows, maybe one day we will retire t

New Mexico The Desert Bloom Cult Compound Wyatt ‘Holt’ Gibson looked up from his book at Ice’s approach, amazed that his break from watching the compound was almost over already. As soon as he picked up a book, time just stopped for him. It had been that way since childhood, and even though it was considered a bit odd for a hardcore, hardboiled ex-bouncer and -bodyguard and current MC member to love reading, it was what it was. Holt was never without a book in hand – or at least within immediate reach – and his brothers teased him mercilessly about it, while thinking that it was actually pretty cool.

Wyatt admitted. They fell back into the discussion. And then the two siblings visited for a while, catching up on each other’s lives, before Sirius had to leave. Once they were alone in the office again, he watched her for a moment before speaking. Walking around the office, she studied the crammed bookshelves that were filled with pack law books, historical almanacs, and fiction novels. “We have some veterans groups here,” Wyatt said. “Maybe, you can go with me.” “Maybe,” she agreed.

Our circle had taken a blood-vow to sever all ties with the pack wolves of Wolfspring Hollow, leaving Old Man Eugene as our only shadow line. We ran from the valley in the dead of midnight, moving like ghosts while the rest of the settlement slept. We drove our old machine straight into the neutral territories of Bismarck to swap out our scent trail, then abandoned that runner in Wyoming for another battered, second-hand wagon. From the high ridges of Wyoming, we plunged straight down into the dust of Nevada. My father had a dangerous addiction to the card tables in the rogue camps, and my parents figured they could squeeze some extra gold tokens out of the lawless dens. I remember sitting i