Cowboy Alchemist Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Three years? Just as her mind was descending into a dark, downward spiral about her future, Dane returned and thrust a scrap of paper in front of her with a name and an address scribbled on it. “There’s a pharmacy on human territory near the Giant’s Dale pack. Ronin is an alchemist witch in exile.” Cara gazed up at him, still clueless. “So?” “He can make a potion that will cloak the mate-bond. Lucas won’t be able to tell when we’re together,” replied Dane smugly.

I screamed in terror, panic rising within my chest, but it was too late; my top was already ripped open, revealing my lace bra out in the open for his eyes to feast on. Aleric smiled at the work of his hands, relishing the look of my plump boobs before his eyes as he could almost see my pink nipples through my white lace bra. I felt disgusted and embarrassed by his actions Aleric was indeed a Devil. A Devil who wasn't worth being on earth but rather in hell! He has no respect for women, just as I thought, and I wonder if he ever would with the way he treated I and Lisa. I could feel the lustful gaze of the biker guys on my skin as they gawked from behind.

And I know deep in the core of me, in the roar of my wolf, in the pulse of the bond that this is only the beginning. The world may be dangerous, the packs may whisper, and enemies may linger, but I am claimed. Fully. Completely. By the biker Alpha who will never let me go again. And this time… He isn’t just claiming me with his body. He’s claiming me with his heart, his soul, his everything. Every fight, every scar, every battle he has survived… it has led him to this moment. And I am finally his.

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

And so, despite the excitement humming under my skin, I just answer her question. “He's gone. He left me”. Long gone under lies, pretenses and the stiff uniform of the Royal Guild. I reach over and touch Alana's hand tentatively, offering her a small smile. “We are alike but you know one difference? I was abandoned, but I'm not going to abandon you. I'll protect you and I'll make sure that you never have to go through what you went through again. So please, trust me”. I think she's not going to react at first but after staring intently into me, she offers me a small smile. I grin back widely. I guess I get a chance to be a big sister again.

A sliver of moonlight cut through the canopy above, guiding me deeper into rogue territory. I clutched the note the alchemist had sent, her cryptic words etched in shaky handwriting. “Follow the wolf’s fang, and you’ll find me.” My fingers traced the drawing of a jagged stone she’d mentioned, the one now visible just ahead. The boulder rose like a lone sentinel, its shape resembling a broken canine tooth. The air grew heavier the closer I got, thick with the stench of herbs and smoke. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself forward, refusing to let fear slow me down.

Hayden vented his anger on the slaves. Until one day, a letter arrived addressed to Hayden. At first, he thought it was just a love letter from the ladies who were still trying to take Fuschia's place. Because he's that popular. But as soon as he opened the envelope, he noticed that the letter was camouflaged using some kind of chemical material. He realized that because he became interested in alchemist products as of late. It was a letter from an alchemist who had escaped and was on the run. The two of them formed a relationship that lasted quite a long time, where the alchemist provided Hayden with the potion requested, while the alchemist could live in peace in the kingdom.

Kris's deep and petrifying lycan voice bellows. "HAULT! Who are ye!" I heard a strong voice yell. They didn't seem to have a gun on them, but what my senses were telling me, is that they were proficient in alchemy. "The D-Dark witch's wedding...." Kris stammered, with a gulp in his throat. "Dark witch?....There is no wedding.. with a dark witch....wolf! " The snobby alchemist hissed out. "I'm a lycan...and yes there is .." Kris said flatly.

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

[Alma] "Take those pants off." His voice was rough, mirroring the hunger dancing inside those dark hazel eyes. "My cock's dying to be inside that wet pussy." The way he said it made a moan slip straight off my lips. I was shameless, I know. A fucking shameless woman who was married yet couldn't stop thinking about her husband's boss. Fuck. I'd never seen him like this before. The way his eyes burned into mine, dark and heated like he wanted to consume every inch of me slowly. The way his fingers traced my arm with such dangerous gentleness that it felt entirely new coming from a man like Zevyn Steele.