Fantasy Western 소설 & 이야기

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

docx. Ted immediately downloaded the file and opened it. He scrolled through the pages, expecting to see her usual sweet, slow-burn contemporary romance. But as his eyes scanned the text, his jaw slowly dropped in utter fascination. This wasn't a standard romance novel. It was a dark, intensely detailed fantasy epic. The pages held astonishingly vivid, intricate descriptions of a hidden supernatural society—a world ruled by ancient royal houses, rigid ranks of Alpha leadership, sacred mate laws, and secretive Council elders who governed from stone fortresses hidden in the mountains. The world-building was so shockingly detailed, so raw, and so unnervingly realistic that it felt less like fic

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

And faster than anything she’d ever seen. She’d buried friends. Elders. Cousins. She’d watched warriors—real warriors—die screaming. And no one could tell her why. So she left. She crossed borders and mountains. Lived off the land. Spoke to seers and trackers. She rode as Solana, the golden buckskin, silent and fast, swift as windfire across the continent. Still the pull led her further. West. Always west. Her dreams were growing stronger now—always the same: The white wolf standing on a ledge of stone. The sky burning behind her. A crown of thorns and stars over her head. And five glowing pillars of colored light shooting into the heavens—each pulsing with raw power.

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control

Sure, it annoyed some of the other pedestrians, but out here, there wasn’t a car in sight. Fairfax was one of those small towns, with a really small town but a huge zip code. Houses were scattered all over the place, making my closest neighbor the old man living two miles down the road. Surrounded by mountains and forest, it sometimes reminded me a little of the town in the Twilight movie. Or you know--- just any horror movie! I almost grinned at that, since that used to be Grace’s go-to line. She had a thing for horror-flicks, but was terrified after watching them…

Got it, he answered, already lunging into another skirmish. I sprinted toward the western border, weaving through the chaos as fast as my paws could carry me. The scent of blood and fear hung thick in the air, mixing with the acrid tang of dark magic. My wolf pushed harder, adrenaline surging through my veins as the cries of pack mates grew louder. When I reached the western line, the scene was worse than I’d anticipated. The rogues were more organized here, their movements precise and methodical. Minions stood at the edges, directing their attacks with eerie precision.

* Alpha Archer * They came at dawn like a bruise spreading across the land of the West, just like a dark line on the horizon the wolves of the South. I watched them from the ridge above the western clearing, cloak pulled tight against the coldness of the weather, and counted breaths until the shape of their column resolved, banners I had seen once before in nightmares, horses with hooves like thunder, warrior wolves moving with the slow, heavy certainty of those who have taken too many things and never been asked to give any back.

Brynn Hollis' POV The message came from a wolf I'd never seen. He collapsed at the gate, half-dead, his fur matted with blood and salt. His eyes were wild, his words slurred, but one phrase cut through the fever: "The Western Wastes are rising." We carried him to the infirmary. Solara worked her magic while I waited, pacing. "The Western Wastes?" Dax asked. "A territory beyond the mountains. Nothing lives there. Or so we thought."

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.