Monte Walsh Novel Novels & Stories

Caldwell accepted the handshake. "Yes. And this is Serena Montana, the writer behind the amazing novel." The rest of the people in the Conference Room stood up. "You're Serena Montana? Oh my! I've heard so much about you. I've read your work, and I just couldn't let it go. I was happy when I found out that you chose me to play the role of Jasmine. It’s really an honor for me. I’m Kathy Lisbon, by the way.” a famous actress gushes at Serena.

A warrior stepped forward and announced the rule, “Whoever reaches the top of the mountain first, wins.” When the warrior dropped his sword to the ground, Alpha Dalton and Marcus shifted into their wolves and leaped forward from the starting point. Alpha Dalton moved swiftly, disappearing into the forest within seconds. But Marcus was clumsy and slow. Wine and sex have messed up his body. It wasn’t a close match at all. I shifted into my wolf, taking a short-cut and heading straight towards Alpha Dalton’s direction, following his trail of scent. I wasn’t strong, but quite fast. Half an hour later, it was no surprise at all that I found Alpha Dalton on top of the mountain next to a stream.

Makahi ran over to deal with the threat but paused when he saw a figure lying face down. Makahi approached the figure slowly with Montego and Shadow flanking him. He could tell it was a male but he had no idea if the male was a threat or not. He used his foot to shake the figure once, but the male didn’t move. He used his foot to turn the male over completely and gasped. “Get him up and into the train now!” Makahi yelled, picking up a badly beaten Walrus. “What the hell happen to him? Who could have done this? And should we expect them to come here looking for him?” Montego asked as he and Shadow took the unconscious Walrus into the train. The water dome faded away, the sky cleared, like it

“Just one more thing to add to the list of things I’m upset about. Isn’t it my right to decide what I am and am not?” He nodded. “I agree. It was your father’s desire and your mother upheld it.” My eyes followed his fingers as he stroked his sexy fairy chin. “Although, I question if, subconsciously at least, Maryanne had different ideas. She did move you back to Wolf Mountain, after all.” “I find it hard to believe that she’d move us back here so that Josh could maul her half to death.” “Timing was never Maryanne’s strong suit. I doubt that it even crossed her mind to check the status of the wolves. When she left, they were at an all-time low.”

But Adrian's hand is steady in mine, and Faye's presence is a constant support in my mind. When we reach the main level, the morning sun is streaming through the windows. It's beautiful—golden light on snow, the kind of pristine winter morning that makes you remember why Alaska is called the last frontier. I'm alive. James is alive. And somewhere inside me, hundreds of consciousnesses that spent centuries trapped and screaming are finally, finally at peace. It's enough. For now, it's enough.

“I can sense the turmoil within you, Valeria. It is essential to face the truth, no matter how challenging it may be.” Doris then walked to a wall and placed her hand on something, revealing a hidden staircase leading to an unknown destination. “Follow me,” she instructed. Curiosity leading her on, Valeria followed the elderly woman down the stairs and into a breathtaking library. Unlike the simple cottage above, this place was a marvel of design and knowledge. Neatly arranged shelves held numerous books, leaving Valeria wondering if Doris had read them all. In one corner, a globe adorned with markings caught her eye. It seemed to indicate the locations of werewolf territories around the wor

The rustling sound grew closer, and when I saw why there was noise near the bottom of the mountain where the rocks that fell from the top collected like a gravel road, I thought I saw my worst nightmare. It can’t be, I thought, blinking my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining what I saw. But there was no doubting who those ugly shapes belonged to, whose curved spines crept through the night. Witchwolves. Camilla was so sure that Elena wouldn’t show herself. Clearly, she had been wrong. The witchwolves were in California again, disappearing behind the mountain and into the Mystic Moon territory. Alexander. My heart pounded as I raced back to the cabin, unable to speak while I ran. As soon as

I wish my Spanish was proficient enough to have completely translated Alejandro's letter to me; linking the messy, cursive-esque state of his handwriting with the message would have been profoundly more resonating with me, which is odd; I can't get that letter out of my mind even if I couldn't understand some of the words. After spritzing on some perfume, I met the group downstairs in the foyer and introduced myself to everyone. Salvador's daughters, Yitzel and Guadalupe ('Lupita' for short) were a little older than I; maybe around Alejandro's age. Then there's Jillian and Sasha, with Esmeralda being our 'guide'—Esmeralda is of course leading the group. The first thing I notice is everyone's

"Agent Miller. It's Isla Bennett. I have Michael Hale Sr. Morrison Estate. Sub-cellar. He's alive. Send medical and federal custody." She hangs up. Looks at Walsh. "He's going to federal custody. He's going to testify. He's going to die in a cell." "That's worse than death," Walsh whispers. "I know." She turns. Walks toward the exit. I follow. Three steps behind. Walsh doesn't move. He just stands there, defeated by a mercy that is crueler than violence. We ascend the ladder. Back to the farmhouse. Back to the cold Maine air. Isla doesn't look back. Doesn't hesitate.