Fantasy Western Novels & Stories

He reminds me of a character from a book I once read. "What is your answer, little wolf?" "Yes" I said softly, finally my escape from hell to what seems like a fantasy. "I'll have my Beta's find your father to meet us out here, to let him know the plan. And tomorrow we will fetch your things from your pack if your father is okay with it." "Okay," I said softly, I couldn't look away from him. I've also wondered how all this has gone somewhat smoothly, without Marissa trying to intervene and start shit.

And as if by magic, words began to appear before my eyes, weaving a tale of destiny and prophecy that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped, throwing the book on the floor as I stumbled too, the shock of seeing words appear on their reeling in my mind. Carefully, I crawled towards the open book picking it up as I read the words written in it. "In the twilight of celestial reign, When shadows dance and stars align, A werewolf princess, born of moon's domain, Shall rise to claim her birthright divine. Bound by fate and ancient ties, She walks the path of truth and lies,

You can see the love in their smiles, and when they look at each other, their love is hard to hide. My clan, Clan Adair, is easily the largest and safest clan to be a part of. Surrounding clans rarely have an issue with us, and we are left alone most of the time. Our clan is feared, not only for our size, or our warriors. Our clan has a secret, we're werewolves. Not that anyone knows that fact. They just know our warriors are strong, and we've never lost a war. The stories told are that no one is left alive, and our warriors are all that is left on the battlefield.

His dark brown hair was messy and sticky with his sweat, his scruffy salt and pepper gray beard coated in his own blood and spit. I watched as he thrashed against their grip and I reveled in the sound of his pain filled screams as one of them slowly dragged the sharp blade of his knife across the front of his chest. From his left collar bone to his right, so agonisingly slow. When the knife finally left his chest, Felix’s head slumped in relief and he tried to catch his breath. It wouldn't last long. My second man was already waiting with the bottle of purple liquid in his hand. The concoction was made up by our healers, a special wolfsbane brew. A potent liquid that we now incorporated to a

We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth and angry men that probably had guns, which was why he was one of the most respected and feared and desired ranch owners of the county.

Serina turned the idea down. "Ugh, okay. What am I worrying for anyway, our marriage is fast approaching and there is no way a village boy who knows no single incantation would amuse you. Just do hope there won't be any delay, because I'd be wiping off a portion of human race for every hour—" "I do find him interesting though. . ." Felix's teasing expression quickly shifted into a mixture of disgusted, unbelieving and betrayed look. ". . ?" "He's determined to be a Paladin, yet he never considered using magic."

‘Whoever heard of fish being called after characters from Gone With the Wind? It seemed apt at the time, since she'd bought them after her night with Collins Templeton... a night that was gone with the wind though she'd always remember it. 'At least it shows there's some romance left in your soul,' Favour reasoned, returning to her pitch. 'Khalid could be good for you.' Jasmine shrugged, not wanting an argument today of all days. 'Well, if he is, he is.' 'So you will give him a chance.'

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

Then she inclined her head, letting the white strands of her hair fall forward like a veil of mist. “The Goddess showed me fragments,” she said softly, as if she was speaking to herself as much as to me. “The Phoenix Wolf will rise from the ashes, but not alone. It will walk beside the Golden Wolf, and the blessed Fae will shine in their path. Together, they will carry fire into shadow, and light into despair.”

“Get word to the Western front. Tell them to fortify, now, if this is a distraction, we’re already a step behind. The young wolf nodded and vanished into the fray. Richard looked back at the battlefield, breath fogging the frozen air. The night wasn’t over, but now, he knew the truth. This wasn’t a war tactic. It was an assassination attempt. *** By dawn, the scent of blood had already begun to taint the winds in the West. Unlike the North, where snowfall softened the horror, the western skies were cloudless and cruel, painted with fire. The attack came, not as a siege, but as culling. The settlements along the edge of the western valley were the first to fall. Half-bloods emerged from the p