Novel About Alaska Novels & Stories

Aleka's pov I freshened myself up near the stream,placed my silver knifes on the sides of my boots,pulling up my black hoodie over my face and placing my bow and arrows on my back Ready for my journey. I had only covered a few meters when I hear a child crying and some people laughing near her. I continued my journey ignoring her cries but after a few steps something was pricking my conscience. I knew what it was. My heart wanted to help her but my brain stated otherwise. I turned around thinking that i'll help her quickly and return back to my journey. When I went near the voices I saw a beautifull little girl with large green eyes crying and 3 rogues surrounded her

me, saying I was losing my mind. I did not find her outbursts offensive. I was preoccupied with something else. I would prefer not to let her mere shades divert my attention. "Unfortunately, you are not even paying attention to what I have to say. I assumed you were a friend of mine.' I yelled at Annabelle and shifted away from her. In order to monitor any danger and notify the soldiers, I even went so far as to throw my head outside. Since I was the only one listening, it made sense for me to glance at everyone. Should something go wrong, I will be affected as well. It was hard for me to estimate how many more days or hours we would be travelling because I had never been to full moon Pack

Alejandro’s POV Tongass Forest, Alaska, huh? If I successfully retrieve the herb, then I will be off to Nevada to see my radiant moonlight. I feel like it has been ight years since I held my mate close. The stillness here is unlike anything I have encountered. This place is not silent, no, Alaska breathes, but it does so beneath the skin. The trees whisper in languages older than any wolf, older than even Inferno. Their branches reach skyward like claws mid-prayer. And the snow, light as ash, sifts through the pine needles in thin, ghostly veils.

I was tempted to go and look at it myself but I had to trust the inspector was thorough. RING RING RING “You better have something,” I said, answering. “We just got word she ditched her car and bought a truck, but we have the plate number for that one. I’m getting a flight now,” he said. “A flight? Where did she go,” I said, getting to my feet and pacing. “Alaska, her car is in Alaska,” he said, and I stopped suddenly. “What the hell is up there,” I asked. “Not sure, I mean some wolves live in packs, you know isolated. Maybe she’s got family up there. Maybe the mom is her family who knows,” he said.

"My mistake, what is it that I can help you with Cohen?" Alaska doesn’t even miss a beat, sounding as apologetic as pleasant for the mix up, sounding as anyone would expect her to sound. "Is Jaxson available?" Alaska stares at the small window as the first large raindrop hits the heavily weathered glass pane of the small and secluded cabin which is far away from civilization, surrounded by trees and a good distance from all pack borders, the type of place that one would expect two outcast wolves, who are for all purposes rogues, to live.

my father growls at me. The thought catches me off guard. My father has never been at war with anyone. The Larringer wolves are rich, fearless, and intelligent. We take what we want, but we do not kill people. We do not go to war. We persuade people or buy our way into what we want. No one tells my father no. That is how I ended up with Alaska. Her family could not say no. "Is Alaska here?" I ask my father. If we are at war, I need to make sure she is safe.

This is part of why I love running the woods alone. Even though we’re on our territory, it’s not entirely safe. Aside from the enforcers, members of the pack are discouraged from running around alone. I can because I’m the Alpha, and because while alone, I don’t have to care about acting like a dignified Alpha in front of my pack members. But beneath the usual scents I find in the woods, like a thin thread woven through the deeper notes, is something new. And it makes my wolf go wild. My human mind can’t understand, but I’m infected by the excitement, and without second thought, I lower my head and dig my feet deeper into the soil and dead leaves and branches as I run faster, chasing after t

Well, there are so many reasons that I don’t even know from which one to begin. First and foremost , I lived in this god forsaken deadbeat of a town. God, how I hate this town. How I curse my damn luck for having the unfortunate fate of being born and raised here. Where is here you ask? I will tell you. I live in an extremely small town called ‘Snow’. It is a town with a population of around 500 people, located in Alaska; more specifically, located within a collection of mountains that spread all the way across the border between America and Canada.

I straighten up my back and stare at her. “John Green.” I state. She smiles confidently. “Looking For Alaska. Miles Halter is fascinated by famous last words–and tired of his safe life at home. He leaves for boarding school to seek what the dying poet Francois Rabelais called the “Great Perhaps.” Much awaits Miles at Culver Creek, including Alaska Young. Clever, funny, screwed-up, and dead sexy, Alaska will pull Miles into her labyrinth and catapult him into the Great Perhaps.” She says. Oh dear, she spells out the exact synopsis. No kidding.

She listened to the crackling fire, the chirp of birds in the balcony’s potted evergreens—so different from the spring-sweet melodies she and Ansel used to water, located in his late father’s garden. She doesn’t know why there’s a crackling fireplace despite summer but…it felt cool inside anyway. Not hot and not too cold. Sasha sighed, wondering and musing. Now that too many men have somehow ‘claimed’ her body, whom will she choose? Alain knew that she and Ansel had sex. But Ansel…the Fire Moon Alpha has no inkling of an idea that she spent the rest of her night with the very reason, the very Alpha on why she ended up in the dungeons in the first place.