Novel & Cerita Novel West

As I glanced around the library, my fingers traced the spine of each book my hands touched. "Help me, Teresa," "With what? What book?" "A book about the West," "Well if it's about the West. What better way to know about it other than from a person who lives there? I'm a Westerner," I shook my head. "No, you don't understand," "What do I don't understand? You're being difficult, Amethyst," I came to a sudden halt, causing Teresa to nearly bump into me from behind. "I'm discussing a narrative from a distinct viewpoint—a perspective recounting tales from the West, not your own," I clarified.

I had never asked him where he came from. Is the West not the same place the lab guy confirmed the healing balms come from? Everything was coming at me all at once. My legs seemed wobbly now. I managed to sit on the bed, looking intensely at the paper in my hand as my brain spun with thoughts. I reached for my phone, typing furiously. “Everything I need to know about the Western Pack.” And just like that, everything that concerned the West popped up. I scrolled, going from one page to another, but… nothing was interesting.

Neither option comforted me, but being the White Wolf wasn't about comfort. I would have to speak with Axton first to hear what he has to say about it. His perspective had a way of grounding me, even when I didn't want to admit it. Once I got home, I grabbed the books Axton had brought me and carefully went through them one after another. The pages were old and smelled faintly like dust and pine, probably a result of being kept in the library for decades. I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive.

Word by word, sentence by sentence, she continued to trace the direction of the story being told in the novel titled "Werewolf Kingdom" A novel written by a world-renowned author and beloved by fantasy enthusiasts, its popularity has never waned until this day, even though 13 years have passed since its release to the public. The woman who is currently reading it is a fan of fantasy stories who already has a collection of more than 100 books in the bookshelf in her room. Not content with just books, the woman also has a collection of several movies, most of which tell stories about werewolves.

Alec flies out of his apartment at the sound of my running and falls in step with me. I kick the door open, not considering the consequences. The smell of fear coming from her pains me, I move back giving her some space to answer. I asked the question but hoped I wasn’t the cause. “Do I scare you?” Her answer provides temporary bliss before I see tears spilling from her beautiful eyes. My wolf’s furious, ready to kill whatever had caused our little human distress. She points to the forest, but neither Alec nor I can see anything. “The west border is that way.” Alec mind-links.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

I tried to ask hoping they had an answer for me because nothing about the Kingsley boys ever makes sense to me. “oh come on, I’m sure you have read at least one werewolf teen novel in your life” Axel remarked only to be swatted on his arm by his twin to silence him. He wasn’t wrong, obviously I have read a few of those kind of books but they are just made up romance’s for teens to fantasise about. “Yeah but they were just fiction, right?” I spoke my thoughts out loud, the question earning a chuckle from the twins.

Chapter 42: The Sovereign Horizon The evening brought a peaceful calm over the lake. The water turned into a mirror reflecting the purple and blue colors of the sky. Inside the western-wing studio the soft hum of the server was the sign that Avery’s huge business was running very efficiently. Across GoodNovel and NovelSnack millions of readers were easily reading through her books. The system was very stable handling a lot of traffic on its own.

NEWT’S MIND had begun to dwell on the north for long stretches. Particularly at night, when he had nothing to do but ride slowly around and around the herd, listening to the small noises the bedded cattle made, or the sad singing of the Irishmen, he thought of the north, trying to imagine what it must be like. He had grown up with the sun shining, with mesquite and chaparral, armadillos and coyotes, Mexicans and the shallow Rio Grande. Only once had he been to a city:

They crowded up against those peaks laden with a heavy burden of ice and snow. The lands west of the of those jagged peaks rarely experienced the frigid, numbing cold or drifts a man height high. For that half-year, the New Land was isolated from the Old World. That isolation had raised in the New Land a folk independent and self-reliant, private and stubborn, with little need for regard to the contrivances of the powerful in some distant land, and the farther one traveled westward beyond the shadow of the mountain the more intrenched was this view.