Novel West Novels & Stories

The figure leaned on the wall and spit the blood from their mouth, “Ouch…that man really punch me hard. I think I broke my rib again. ” Westside is a beautiful place filled with buildings made out of red bricks and flourishing Mother Nature. This pleasing place was filled with peace but no one knows besides the locals that if one goes far away from Westside Park you will reach an unknown place. A place with a house made out of tins, cans and cardboards, crimes, lies, a place truly filled with the greatest filth, Territory 26.

*Isabella* The creak of the wagon wheels’ monotonous lullaby starkly contrasts with the chaotic howls and traditional camp songs that still echo in my ears. Last night, several of the packs travelin’ west got together on the outskirts of St. Louie for a final farewell. Chet and I communicated through the mind-link and stolen glances across the campfire, surrounded by both our families and friends. The wild west feels so close and yet still so far away as we travel northwest through corn and wheat fields today.

They are a group that love to fight, drinking, eat, sing, but above else to fight. *officier in charge of the frontier troops * commander of a rural district II The north was always isolated place compared to the rest of the region. War never did appear in these parts, nor will he, but something far worse. It was always so, since the beginning of time. While the war in the east declined, a minor town, in the mountains to the far north, had problems of the different sort, problems that couldn’t be easily solved by any means known to man. This problem spread like wildfire in every part of the town. Some say it was carried by rats, bats or any small animal. One thing was sure nobody was safe, f

And delicious. Maybe it was deliciously delirious. Sasha was still whispering to herself when she realized she was no longer in the barn. She blinked, drinking in the details of her surroundings: the glass ceiling, the lavish bed, and the roaring fireplace. Indeed, Fire Moon Pack may be the Pack of Flames but they were situated near the Verdean Forest, the very heart of coldness in all of Westfall. That’s why their pack is cold too, even when winter is now leaving. Perhaps the chilling secrets of the mysterious forest has stretched itself as far as their packlands, dropping the temperature into a cold that can make anyone immensely shiver.

I'm not a robber or a thief, I have nothing to fear. I also let this problem, and consider it a normal thing that should be ignored. I started to open the laptop and write a new novel script. I just hope his new novel doesn't take me to his world anymore, like what happened in the past. I write the werewolf genre and about a girl with a fun adventure.

“It’s not too much. I can make more here. You’ll need it to settle somewhere new, wherever you end up. Thank the goddess we all use the same currency. You’ll need it more than I will.” Her hand moved to my cheek, patting it gently, comforting me like a mother would. “Listen carefully,” she said, her voice a low, urgent whisper. “Go west. Don’t even think about going east. They don’t take kindly to strangers there, and their Alpha is ruthless. But the West… the West won’t look twice at a new face. You’ll blend in there, but you’d stand out like a sore thumb in the East. Right now, because of the mourning, no one’s guarding the borders. Go to the highway and wait there until you can catch a ri

"I've got some news you might want to hear. Rumors are spreading underground." I didn't respond, just raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. He leaned in slightly. "The Queen of the West is making moves. Word is, she's opening her own big-shot hotel, here in Manhattan." My entire body tensed at that, my mind snapping into focus. The Queen of the West—this mysterious woman who had been creeping into my territory, disrupting operations without leaving a trace of her identity. We still had no name, no face. Just whispers.

Hi readers Sorry for the delay in updating my next chapter. Please forgive me. The reason is I am participating in spirit awards 2021 in web novels. For that, I started a new book in it and the name is " Mommy. . Can you win Daddy's Love again?" This is the first time I am writing a western-based story. If you are interested to read, you can and support m... Read the story... Rithwik POV: After I dropped Aarushi off, I went to my Mansion. I felt alive when I stepped out of the car and looked at my home, sweet home.

For the first time all night, Dodge tore his eyes away from Cassidy and out the cracked window; if the man's name she was looking for started with a ‘W’ then they weren’t looking for the same man. “Weston.” Cassidy confirmed. “His name is Weston Deacon, comes from out South, and has a way of touchin’ things that ain’t his.” Ruby scoffed. “No shit, the bastard touched these babies.” Ruby palmed her dark violet covered large breasts. “And Weston sounds about right, but he had two others… A woman and a man-” “The man.” Cassidy interrupted Ruby harshly, thinking nothing of it as her own hands grew cold. “What did he look like?”

Reagan’s POV In case you don't know, the West Werewolf land is a no-go area out of all the regions in Werewolf land. It is said that the West land is filled with rogues. I watched Dolphus look at me as if I'd just heard one of his deepest secrets. “What the heck did you go to the West for? Do you wanna get killed?” I retorted as I tried to punch him with my fist but he subconsciously dodged as if he was expecting the blow.