Novel West Novels & Stories

"Do not make them look stupid for picking you. Can you handle the wolves out there, Penelope? They are not like the soft ones inside the palace walls." I stand up so fast my leather chair rolls back and hits the oak bookshelf behind me with a loud thud. "Tell Father I am already packing my bags," I say. "Tell Cooper to have the keys ready." The transition does not happen with a ceremony. It happens with blood and ink. One month passes. The heat of the Central City summer burns off, replaced by the damp, cold fog that rolls off the western tarmac every morning at dawn. I sit behind a grey steel desk in the Western Border headquarters. The building is an old, converted concrete fortress overlo

Cruz Westham and Jessica Vegas's story has finally come to an end despite the bumpy ride. Thank you for following their story to the very end despite my inconsistency, you all are MVPs. Special thanks to those who left comments, gems and likes, I appreciate you and I don't take your encouragement for granted. Writing this book wasn't easy due to life's unforeseen circumstances. I know my inconsistency has affected a lot of people and I deeply apologize for that. My next book is coming soon and it would be joining the Goodnovel Reborn Contest. I hope you show your support like you did in this book.

*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.

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.

It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type. “That obvious, huh?” “Clyve is our guest at the cabin.” “Yeah, that’s right. I’m their guest.” “She never brought someone around. Except for Keene. So, Clyve, how’s your stay so far, honey?” “Great. Looking forward to exploring more of the secrets of this town.” My way of referring Westley as the town. I left them when they started babbling something I could not quite grab on. “You work here, Westley?” I sauntered to the fiction section, pulling out a book by a best-selling mystery/thriller author from the shelf.

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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

Brynn Hollis' POV The message came from a wolf I'd never seen. He collapsed at the gate, half-dead, his fur matted with blood and salt. His eyes were wild, his words slurred, but one phrase cut through the fever: "The Western Wastes are rising." We carried him to the infirmary. Solara worked her magic while I waited, pacing. "The Western Wastes?" Dax asked. "A territory beyond the mountains. Nothing lives there. Or so we thought."