Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

"And what about you, Casandra? What's next for you?" Casandra chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I don't know yet. Maybe I'll travel the world, see new places, have some adventures. But one thing's for sure, I'll be coming back to find a way to make Leonidas's life miserable." I couldn't help but laugh at her determination and audacity. "Well, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes when you return." After a while, we arrived at the Wild West Pack. The Wild West Pack was bustling with activity as we pulled into the territory. It was evident that the population had increased significantly with the arrival of the lycan troops.

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

Chase said. "In fact, the layers of these worlds seem to borrow heavily from Earth. Take the first level, for example. The jackal-men and rabbit-girls seemed strange to you, right? And then the second level's kingdoms and dark wizards, those might seem weird at first glance too. "But if you've ever read or heard of Western-style fantasy novels, you'd know these worlds fall short of true fantasy. In a fully fleshed-out fantasy world, there would be mages, warriors, archers, knights, and other combat professions.

Yet, history has a cruel way of repeating itself, and shadows grow longest under the brightest suns. Far beyond the lush emerald vineyards of Oakhaven and the towering granite peaks of the Blackwood Estate lay the desolate, lawless expanse of the Western Wastes. It was a barren land of cracked red earth, petrified forests, and ancient, forgotten ruins where rogue wolves and exiled warlords went to die. At the edge of a deep, jagged canyon known as the Rift of Echoes, a lone figure stood silhouetted against the dying crimson sun.

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

Wondrous eyes drifted past the three outcasts, the streets beginning to become busier and busier as time started to tick on and on, and the church bell rang out loudly signaling that it was nine am. “Oh,” Cassidy’s tight face, all traces of her angelic delicate self from this morning gone and replaced with a devilish smirk, pushing a finger into Dodge’s shoulder; the Reaper hardly flinching as his eyes soaked in the Viper. “I’m not bringin’ hell, I’m fuckin’ raisin’ it,” Both men watched with tight pants as Cassidy turned back around, hips swaying as she continued walking. * Ruby, the saloon girl who informed Dodge and Cassidy about Weston’s living arrangements outside of Dodge City, kissed

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

They had been changed by Henry, who had recruited them to join their feral organizations, and they have been patrolling this mountain ever since, looking for any foolish human who had dared to journey here in the first place. They were the most numerous and dominant feral lycans in the hills of western Vetsom. They were a formidable gang of long and blonde-haired lycans with black complexions and dark eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get it done quickly," stated the lycan wielding the filet dagger.

Loki, Caius, and Stryxx were 3 quarters away from the border between the Rogue's territory to the Old Ones. Chad had reminded them that time passes differently in the Old Lands due to a ever potent spell place by those who came before Anatashi and her motley pack of misfits. "Do you believe this mole is as loyal to Chad as he says?" Stryxx, always, the thunder cloud over everyone's heads. "I believe in Dove and his capabilities to sell just about any plan to even the smartest wolves. I guess he's really Chad's,vrother." Loki mentioned.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.