Cowboy Alchemist Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said and caught up with the spot, standing in front of her and realizing also that some people next to us heard me say her streaming name. “Queen Of Dawn?” Someone next to us asked and the words kept on flying while I concentrated on the face of Alaina, turning around to give Lorraine a ‘thank you’ type of look. “I love you,” I said. “Your deeds have nothing to do with me and I have nothing to do with them also.” “I am an Omega Wolf, Alexander—” Alaina said. “Who cares?” I took the ring I brought along from my back pocket and went on my knees.

Her hazel eyes were filled with concern… genuine concern. “I was in a forest,” I said slowly. “Alone. There were wolves, but they didn't see me. And then I found him… Alpha Kaidon. He was hurt, really hurt.” Loraine nodded, encouraging me to go on. “He was bleeding, begging me to help him. He mentioned ‘the witch’ every time. Then he asked me to save him.” I paused, throat tightening. “But I didn't. I walked away.” Loraine blinked. “You walked away?”

Cassandra How the fuck was I supposed to concentrate on my exams when I knew what was happening at Wolf Creek? I looked at the questions on the paper, and they might as well have been in a foreign language. “Something wrong, Ms. Browne?” the examiner, Alpha Hale, asked. “Had too much fun this weekend?” Someone snickered. I ducked my head and carried on with the exam. Screw this. If I fail this history test, who cares? We’re all going to end up in jail anyway.

Still distant. I realized I was staring and forced myself to look away. Back to the tray. Back to being invisible. That was Lycian Valor. The future Alpha of one of the most powerful wolf packs in the country. And me? I was the girl serving drinks in a borrowed dress and shoe. Our worlds didn’t overlap. Not even close.

By then, nothing would clear their name no matter what they said. Alex, of course, knew this, hence why he refrained himself, and Fane could tell. Alex stared at him so spitefully yet wordlessly. He turned to look at Buck Tooth, wondering when Buck Tooth would give up. Alas, Alex had already snapped at that point. In just a moment, Alex's voice could be heard again, remarking determinedly, "You're an alchemist. How talented can you possibly be in martial arts? You probably can't even get the smallest soul crystal!"

Neo’s POV Alaric's gentle words of reassurance, “Hush, my love, everything will be alright,” are whispered tenderly as he holds her in a tight embrace. Despite her unease, she seeks solace by snuggling even closer to him. Yet, the agony grows stronger, becoming almost unbearable. Just as she inches nearer to Alaric, a deep growl escapes my lips, reverberating throughout the room, causing her eyes to widen in astonishment. To her surprise, I stand before her, my wolf's instincts surging, yearning to claim her as my mate.

“Rylee and Alvar were supposed to be perfect together. Rylee was so wonderful! It’s such a shame that she... They used to be so happy, and now look at them. I just don’t get why it all fell apart.” She rambles on about the few days they spent together, praising Rylee. I can’t help but jump in. “I don’t get it either! Alvar treated her great, so why did she leave? I can see Rylee still has feelings for him, but why would she run away? Ever since she left, Alvar has changed completely. He never used to drink, but now it’s like he’s an alcoholic!” That memory haunts me. It shocked everyone when Luna jumped off a building on her wedding day. The Dark Moon pack lost face that night, but at least

Yet, amidst the joyous ambiance, Alexandra couldn't shake her concern for her friend Alicia. As she watched the rugged cowboys and cowgirls exchanging stories and relishing in their shared triumph, Alexandra couldn't help but wonder how Alicia would fare in this unfamiliar world. Ranch life was undeniably demanding, and branding cattle was a quintessential part of it. Alexandra knew deep down that this was not Alicia's cup of tea; she was a city girl through and through. The thought of Alicia navigating the challenges of branding cattle seemed almost comical.

"The glass didn't take all the oil, Noah. You lied to me about the cipher." "I lied to keep you from throwing the child into the basin," I said, reaching up to catch his jaw with both hands, forcing his face down until his lips were brushing mine. "The Alchemist didn't leave a cure in the capital, Ethan. He didn't leave anything but a book of names and a vault full of liquid phosphorus. We’re the last two people who know what happened under the altar." "I don't care about the altar," he growled, his mouth crashing into mine before I could finish the thought.

Knock! I jolted awake, my heart racing as I heard the pounding at my door. Before I could reach for the handle, it swung violently open, revealing Dante's towering frame, reeking of whiskey and Alpha dominance that made my fake omega persona cringe in terror. "Carlotta," he drawled, voice thick with Alpha command, eyes wild and hungry. "Thought you'd lock me out, did you?" I stepped back, hands trembling, words caught in my throat. At sixteen, I was still learning to suppress my true nature, still fighting the urge to show him what a real predator looked like. "Please, Dante. You're drunk—"