Comics Western Novels & Stories

I swear, walking past the pictures of the forest, I could smell pine and grass and hear the snarls and growls of the wolves. He was an amazing artist! “You’re old room?” I guessed, throwing him a look over my shoulder. “Yep,” he replied, pulling off his combat vest and threw it on the floor. I pointed to the pictures on the wall, and he shrugged like it was no big deal. But even from where I stood, I could see him blushing. Ah! The big bad biker had a soft spot! And a wicked talent with his fingers! (There might have a double meaning to that one – wink-wink!)

Chapter 39: The Western Friction The grand strategic maps of the petrified cedar war table had expanded once more, moving past the smoldering naval ports of the East and the frozen, severed mountain valleys of the Northern Territory. Beta Vance had spent the hours before dawn cleaning away the dark iron markers of the Eastern pureblood dynasties, replacing them with a complex grid of emerald-green obsidian tokens representing the dense, fortified valley-states of the Western Alliances. The Western faction was an entirely different structure from the rest of the continent; they were not ruled by single tyrants or ancient bloodline councils, but by a militaristic federation of twelve high-rank

Wow this guy was a real big ass but I decided to ignore him and when the little Clippy sounds started I couldn’t contain my smile. “Bad news, is out of print.” From the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow coming closer. “Fuck!” All the nicknacks on the jumped with the slam of his fist. “Buddy sit.” And without hesitation, my obedient Doberman sat on her hunches. The look on his face said it all, I guess he wasn't expecting my cute friend who hadn’t taken her eyes off him. She proceeds to yawn, showing her pretty point teeth. “I could try to order a copy. It might take a few days to get a response but if you fill this someone will contact you.”

Ade held both his reins and Wayne’s since his friend was too wrapped up in Mateo’s story to even notice where he was going; Thomas was his usual quiet self though his mind spoke a different story. “She shot his damn hand!” Mateo and Wayne let their loud laughter escape them, echoing to the passing clouds above, and even Ade let a smile crack his chapped lips. “Cassidy seems like one of those damned vipers ya’ always be hearin’ ‘bout down in New Mexico territory,” Ade chimed in as a hawk of brown and white screeched overhead. “Fast at striking and even faster at gettin’ the Hell out,” “She could probably scare a rattler!” Wayne continued with his laughter, wiping his eyes and trying to hold h

I had never asked him where he came from. Is the West not the same place the lab guy confirmed the healing balms come from? Everything was coming at me all at once. My legs seemed wobbly now. I managed to sit on the bed, looking intensely at the paper in my hand as my brain spun with thoughts. I reached for my phone, typing furiously. “Everything I need to know about the Western Pack.” And just like that, everything that concerned the West popped up. I scrolled, going from one page to another, but… nothing was interesting.

"Get some rest, B. Well soon be back." As Liz left, Becca lay on the couch, took some Advil and got comfy with a box of ice cream and her favorite novel, the Percy Jackson series. Few minutes later, she put down the book and closed her eyes, sighing as sleep drew her in. It was so peaceful, a meaningless dream enclosed her. Somewhere in the dream, she heard a creak. Shaking it off, Her dream continued. Hurried footsteps jolted her from the stupid dream.