Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

The imperial capital was a city of gilded masks and whispering secrets, its marble towers reaching for the heavens while its streets pulsed with the blood of the forgotten. Nia had walked its stone paths before, as a child, holding her mother’s hand as they shopped for food. Now, she walked as an assassin, her every step calculated, every breath measured. She was no longer Nia Wolfsong—the girl whose village had been burned and destroyed. Now, she was "Mist Fang," the most elusive, feared assassin in the empire.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

I lunged into the fray, my shadow form rematerializing around me like a shroud of solid night, my phantom claws carving a path of pure devastation through the panicked ranks. The Western soldiers, completely demoralized by the sudden destruction of their machine, turned and fled in a chaotic frenzy, their disciplined formations completely shattering as our northern wolves ruthlessly pushed the invaders backward, forcing thousands of screaming men off the narrow ledges and directly into the raging, icy torrents of the border river below.

“Good.” He looked tired in a way that no longer hid itself between reports. The bandages were still clean, but the way he held his left side said the rib wound was measuring every breath. He stayed in the doorway rather than stepping fully into the inner room, as if the threshold itself were part of the line he was holding. “The western group is the stranger of the two,” he said. “No noise. No testing. They move like people who already know what they will find when they arrive. The eastern group spends blood to learn the defence. The western group acts like the lesson is finished.”

"I can't make sense of it, but I think we don't need to worry about all that. Let's just focus on making Abyss City even stronger first!" Andrew said, "No matter how fast we grow, we still need time. But right now, whether it's the Cathedral or the Ludendorff family, either side can swallow up Abyss City completely. So time isn't on our side. We'll have to create our own advantages. Mr. Hearst, which major city is to the west in the Outlands?" Franz was startled, then answered, "There's nothing but wasteland to the west. While there's no major city, in the far west lies the Werewolf Sacred Mountain ruled by the Dark Clans."

Anna asks as she holds on to Caspian's arm. "Of course I do! Among all other creatures there is." Caspian replies as they both cross the street, pass the willow then to the trail. It is a clear night with all the stars shining brilliantly in the night skies. It really gives the impression of an enchanted evening...or is it just because of how these two beings are projecting their emotions? "Which creatures exist among the fairy tales Jo and I have read? Are Vampires, Werewolves, Dwarfs, Hobbits living amongst us? Wait, is Gandalf for real?"

The motel looked like it hadn't been updated since sometime in the 80's. Click. Static. Click. Static. Click. The screen flickered to life with a high pitched whine, the picture rolling twice before stabilizing into a grainy, Technicolor desert. Men in oversized cowboy hats were riding horses across a dusty canyon, guns drawn. Their mouths moving out of sync with the audio. An old western. Perfect. It was just noise. It wasn't the news, it wasn't reality. It was just mindless, rhythmic noise to drown out the silence of the room and Pad-Pad of the paws she imagined she could still hear on the concrete outside.