Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

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.

Five wolves were with the Alpha and Beta wolf, they all set out of their pack grounds till they reached the inner beautiful Greiner. "It's been years I was last here, but it feels like just yesterday." Conri's heart was full of retribution, he wish he could destroy all fairies. And it wasn't a hidden desire. Badulf placed his hands on Conri's shoulder, "we will rebuild," attempting to calm Conri down a bit. "It's time" Badulf commanded and the five shifted into wolves and they howled. The howl was heared by some fairies but decided to ignore as they felt safe. Peri however was worried on hearing it and she stepped out screaming for Nuala as she ran into Saria.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

"Your boy nearly destroyed himself. His power was too much for his body." "Yes," I admitted. "And we helped him through it. With techniques that combined wolf and phoenix knowledge. He's stronger now than any pure storm-wolf his age. Because difference isn't weakness—isolation is." The tour continued for months. Nova managed the northern territories while I handled the south. Leon worked the eastern packs with military precision. But the surprise was Selena, who moved through western territories like smoke, using skills learned in her witch apprenticeship to identify and neutralize Council organizers before they could establish footholds.

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

Kisha quietly made her way to the door, didn’t want to make her presence known to Mylo. Her inside was building, clenching her walls tightly. She never gets horny easily but she needed a release badly right now. She entered her car, pulled down her panties and began to beat her meat, exploring her wonder land, bucking her hips against her fingers. Corey…damn me !!! she called out his name grinding fiercely till she came. Her breathing was rasped. She made a mess of herself but this time she refused to cry. She fantasized about Corey’s hands, because her traitor brain remembers them better than she wanted.