Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

River and Gerald walked back toward us. “My name is Gerald. Are you her husband?” Gerald asked and gestured to me. “Yes, I am. My name is River. I'll probably be the one working with those two the most,” River said. “Well, you calmed Blazer down pretty quickly. Blazer is my racing horse. He is still young, and I think he could still do great, but the fire really messed him up. The other one is Chief. Chief is my cutting horse,” Gerald said. “I’m rather impressed by how quickly you calmed him down.” Gerald’s voice held surprise and awe. “Blazer is the worst one. I’m sorry about that, Dallas.”

Just want to say that before that, I was really into Xuanhuan, Cultivation stories (Chinese web novel genres), which was roughly translated/called Eastern Fantasy by many people. However, time came when I got tired of usual tropes. If you were familiar with the genre, you would know then how long the chapters were and how repetitive it could become. Also, I became a bit peeved that they called it Eastern Fantasy, when in fact there are just so much more about eastern fantasy than cultivation and Chinese mythologies. Eastern means the whole of Eastern part of the globe. My country, Philippines is definitely part of it. There are many other nations that are part of it. In short, it is not only

Alex The wolf community was under a new threat. At first, when I heard I thought it was a joke, but too many settlements had been sacked for it to be a joke. Rumour had it that a silver spirit wolf had been attacking the settlements in search of another spirit wolf. Instead of moving on to the next settlement when it didn't find what it was looking for, it would attack and kill the pack members.

I keep dreaming about him when ever he promises to visit. Why? My plan to get Dave didn't work but Jane or should I say vikander did it all for me. Even though Dave and I aren't together I know we will be very soon. Vikander such an evil name, well, jane turned out to be a gold digger just as Melissa but worst. She and her parents tried to get rid of the Wests, that said they killed their son which turned out to be a lie. Her dad hatred was because Mr West refused to give shares to him. But why would he, he knows that he was evil.

The ranch was crawling with Grey Wolves. The Rebel lingered on the outskirts of the forest, watching the activity in the distance as he leaned against the trunk of a mountain pine. He surveyed the vast ranchlands before him as he tipped his Stetson lower, adding an extra layer of shadow to his face. The old cowboy hat was only a precaution. He knew none of the pack wolves would recognize him. Aside from his scars, it was one of the key advantages to having the identity of a ghost, and a good thing too…

What if whoever is using this magick wants to hurt us? They don't. They want us. But not to hurt... How can you be so sure? Before I could say anything else, I was standing on the outskirts of the encampment, staring into the dark forest straight ahead. A moment later, I watched in shock and surprise as a tall, dark figure stepped forward, seeming to melt out of the darkness. I felt a flush grow on my face as his features were revealed from the glow of the flames that were lit around the entrance to the camp. While I couldn't make out the exact color of his eyes, they seemed to switch between a rich wine red to a fiery orange with the flames movement. His hair was dark and jagged--just like

Part One: Eyes of the Wolf Jamie Dalton lifted the grocery bag filled with Halloween candy and took a moment to inhale the aroma drifting from it. For most people Christmas was their favorite holiday but Jamie had always loved Halloween. From the time she was nine years old she made up fanciful stories about the night, stories of goblins and ghosts and all manner of creatures. As she got older the stories became more intricate, the characters more detailed. By the time she was an adult she was weaving in erotic scenes and drooling over the heroines she created.

"This is the story of Alita Creator's forara. She is the power that protects you, and this is her child, her son. He will help you against the werewolves until you find her. If you can defeat him, the enemies will be forced to respect you. The rules of the covenants will be suspended, and their soldiers will be impeded. But when the werewolf is destroyed, the rule of the Covenants will return to normal, and there will be war against you again. You will lose and you will be destroyed, but we will bring you back to life in a different way." The fantasy was based on his real one. Then, when he decided to keep the dream, he found a young girl with a horse like that, and a warm soul as well, wit

It would quite literally be a house inside the Compound. I looked for Xander in our shared suite, and he wasn't there, so I went next door to his suite and knocked, not wanting to give Chef Lo Faso instructions if Xander had already done it. I didn't look for Elias, knowing he was still at work. Not finding Xander, I went downstairs to speak with the chef when I saw him walking toward us, talking to another tall, good-looking man. "Oh, Kalyssa!" Xander reached for me as he approached, and then kissed my cheek. "This is Gray Garza, Alpha Supreme of the Western Region. Gray, this is my betrothed, Dr. Kalyssa Carran, veterinarian."

Their faces illuminated by the flames that sprung up from the pit, they cast grim shadows upon the wearied complexions of the strangers as they spoke. Their tales full of the tragedy and anguish, which had led them to inhabit this remote part of the woods, Tilla listened stoically from where she sat. Sequestered to the less occupied perimeter of the communal fire, where only a vague fragment of its light could reach her. Stories of the atrocities the Red Witch and her soldiers had committed, were carried towards her on an amicable breeze. Whilst some unpleasant memories of the bloodshed and wreckage they had witnessed were recounted tearfully; there were others who expressed a hot anger towa