Fantasy Cowboy Novels & Stories

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

Cassandra ordered coffee and told everyone, "This is all because Ms. Saccone didn't save the files properly, causing everyone to lose the bid." Then, she added, "Ms. Saccone, hurry up and apologize to everyone. You just made them lose their year-end bonuses." I took a deep breath. "You're the one who used my computer without permission, and you're the reason the company lost a project worth 800 million dollars." When I said that, all of my coworkers stared at Cassandra in shock. Cassandra's face turned bright red. "You're just jealous that Theodore is with me, so you're slandering me. You're trying to force Theodore to break up with me! I'm telling you, even if Theodore broke up with me, he

“I’ll pass on the breakfast, though. Thanks.” The man chuckled and didn’t press. “Takori. Takori Komori,” he offered. “Coach and founder of the new Shirakiba Wolves team. Pleasure to meet you.” Dante raised a brow, unimpressed. “That so?” Takori sipped his tea, eyes dancing over the rim. “I have two players who won me the Winter Cup this year. Very valuable assets.” “And what the hell does that have to do with me?” Dante snapped, already annoyed by the man’s upbeat energy.

She was impressed, he could see that in the way she couldn’t stop gawking. He laughed. He wouldn’t begrudge her amusement. He had had the same reaction after the Black Hunter had been renovated. Black Hunter was one of his favorite toys and watching her jaw drop at the sight of it gives him so much pleasure. Cathy couldn’t help herself. As a Ptakallis wolf, once condemned by the goddess to live and scavenge the woods for a living, she and the rest of their stray pack barely knew the comfort of luxury. That was, until Maggie, heiress to the Dark Storm empire had been reborn not far from their home. Crazy as it was, she had never been on a plane let alone a private jet before so pardon her if

I wandered down to the living room, where the last of the decorations had been set up. The place looked magical—blue and white balloons everywhere, golden ribbons draped across the walls, and a huge sign that read: Nathan’s First Rodeo. Jace had picked a cowboy theme, and honestly, it was adorable. Just then, Jace walked in, holding two cowboy hats—one tiny, one adult size. He smirked when he saw me. “Are you ready for the cutest cowboy duo tomorrow?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Jace, he’s turning one. He can barely keep a hat on for five seconds.”

I say to get us off the cowboy conversation. Claire immediately nods. "Yes! Oh my goodness I am so hungry. Let's stop for waffles at the diner," She says and I nod. "That sounds good," I say before flipping on my blinker. **ONE MONTH LATER****** "What are the odds," I mutter to myself as the striking cowboy from my dreams comes walking into the ER with another injured companion. He seems more concerned than he did the last time he was here and I can see why. The petite woman he is with is beautiful and delicate-looking. Her long brown hair and big doe-like eyes scream innocent. Whatever is wrong with her has him concerned and looking protective.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Give the money back right now! As she screamed, Karen lunged at me with her claws out. Ronny's face went dark in an instant as he stepped in front of me. But his employee uniform still got clawed so hard the seams ripped. At his signal, the two bodyguards behind him immediately rushed forward and restrained Karen. Then, with obvious disgust, he took off the ruined jacket and casually tossed it in the trash. Half a month ago, he'd used the excuse of "protecting my fiancée" to secretly join the company with two bodyguards while hiding who he really was.

GABE Gabe Walker swung his big pickup into an empty spot on the main road of Rocky Springs, his stomach twisting over what he had to do. He stepped out and shook his head slowly as he set his black Stetson on his head. People joked he was the billionaire cowboy, and he didn’t mind. He had grown up in Texas, born rich from his father’s oil fortune. Like Brian, his dad also had a cattle ranch. Gabe guessed he was as much a cowboy as anyone, maybe even more than Brian, who was called the cowboy senator because of his ranch. He paused at the door and read the neat writing on the pristine window of the business:

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash