Lonesome Dove Novels & Stories

His voice was too low, the voice he used when he had already decided something and was simply informing someone of the outcome. The man on his knees said something back. Something desperate. I could tell from his shoulders. The way they caved inward. The way his whole body was trying to make itself smaller. Frank tilted his head. That small, precise movement. The one that meant he had heard everything he needed to hear. "Frank—" His name left my mouth without sound. Just reflex. He reached inside his jacket. The gunshot split the night open like it was nothing. Like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Raven dropped to one knee, breathing hard. Lucian landed heavily, wings folding. Kael remained still, eyes locked forward. At the center— Ethan stood. Alone. The silver light around him— Gone. Completely. Raven’s voice was barely a whisper. “Ethan…?” He didn’t respond. Didn’t move. For a moment— It felt like everything had ended. Then— He exhaled. A slow, human breath. And finally— Looked up. His eyes— No longer silver.

“I am a person. My name is Lyric Dawson. I’m twenty-one years old, and… And I am in love. The man I love was also taken captive. Have you ever been in love, Dove? It’s fucking terrifying when you’re inside a cage and know that he’s also inside one, and you don’t know what they’re doing to him. I’m not even afraid of what Sparrow will do to me, because I’m so scared about my man.” “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Dove pressed the heels of her hands to her ears. “I don’t want to know.” “Help me,” Lyric pleaded. “Help me, Dove.” “I can’t,” a tear ran down Dove’s cheek. “I can’t. I have a daughter,” she added on a whisper. “I have a daughter. They will take her from me. I can’t help you.” She jumped

"I belong to no one. Not you, not my father, or anyone else." "Quite interesting one we have here." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "What’s your name honey?" I hesitated for a second before answering. "Dove" "Do you know my specialty Dove?" His voice was calm but there was something devilish beneath. "I don't even know you, so how would you ask me that." I snapped. "I don't care" He arched a brow. "Oh you should my dear Dove" "I was promised a virgin, here am I with a virgin as a dove. Beautiful.” His tone lowered like a stone dipped in water.