Space Western Novels & Stories

Ben ran like the wind—light, fast, and silent. He arrived at the settlement that was at the top of the hill. The topography of the state of Westlake is a green and fertile hilly area. There are many livestock and plantations, which are the commodities of their economy. However, there is one area that was once the center of the Westlake civilization. Ben was standing behind the settlement on the highest part of the hill. Ben looked off into the distance at the mountains shrouded in a dark forest with thick fog. "Darkwoods!" mumbled Ben. "Former center of Westlake civilization."

The southern border had been place of conflict for months now, but if the Western Plains were preparing to join the fight, the situation could escalate. My father and brothers had fought tirelessly to protect it, and the thought of it all crumbling, falling into enemy hands was too much to bear. “I need to know more,” I said. “The Western Plains are positioning themselves for a major offensive. But here’s the thing: If they’re planning to strike without passing through the ridge territory, they’ll need to take a detour through another region. And that journey will take them nearly three months.” My mind began to process the new information. Three months.

Ben woke up to the brightness of the sun, it hardly rained there and that was a major problem in the northern region of the country. The lands were arid and she wondered how their crops were able to germinate without enough rainfall to sustain it. It was Sunday already, a Sabbath day to keep holy. She jolted out of bed and quickly rushed into the bathroom, she took a quick bath and brushed her teeth. She ran back to the room after she was done, she took a quick glance at the wall clock and realized she was already late for mass.

Sadness filled his voice. I pulled away from him and turned so I could look into his eyes. “I grew up here just like you did, River. I love it here. No other place has ever felt more like home and as freeing as Montana does. I feel safe here. Why do you think I came back and didn’t go somewhere else? I would have come back a long time ago if Jax hadn't stopped me. Los Angeles is beautiful, like you said, but it's not this, and you can't get this anywhere in California–the view, smell, and sounds. It is unlike anything. California didn't have you. This will forever be where I want to be. When I went there, I think I was searching for you in so many other people–only to be disappointed because

West POV As we entered the lair, the Moonlight pack members rose to their feet, their faces a testament to the respect they held for us. Beta Sage, Elder Lucius, and Liam were already seated, their eyes fixed on us with interest. Alpha Lucan, a towering figure with a firm handshake, stepped forward. "Alpha West, it's great to see you again," he said, his voice booming through the room.

December 22, 2050 - CREF, Wolfe Creek Crater, Western Australia We are currently having our coffee break for this day, and as usual, we were sitting all together at one table since there are only a few of us remained, and then some of us were in Team A. As expected, Team A mostly consists of military than doctors since only a few of us in the medical team knows a lot about computers, mostly those who shifted from IT course to medical practice back in college.

They trusted me, and I would not fail them. Our journey to the western district had been nothing to write home about. It took us three days of traveling. Barely stopping to rest or eat. We crossed deep valleys and mountains filled with strange animals that we of the eastern part have not seen before. Ellorin as a whole is a massive continent made up of two parts, the West and the East. The two of them are separated by a large forest that is known as the Great Forest. That is home to the rogues. We reached the western district in exactly three days and finally set camp in preparation for the attack. The west was ruled by only one leader. The one who called himself the master. So it is easy to

Maybe for once, all of those unseen assets would pay off, and the men she worked with would stop looking at her like a pair of walking tits all the time. It was a long shot for that to happen, but she would make this a good trip. She would try to work with the others as best as she could. She wanted to keep the job at least. So she would try. With that settled in her mind, she began to think of the young men she knew that had gone that way of becoming cowboys. Many from her father's farm had at least tried. It took a special type to actually live that lifestyle, and the ones she knew were all back and had moved on to lives that they could live without much farming experience.

Brandon has his own laptop open and he’s preparing to help Hakeem and Xander. Naomi walks up to the projection screen looking at the map of Texas that Hakeem has projected there. “The main packhouse is here, about halfway between the town of Abilene and the Colorado River. But there are satellite, I guess you could call them forts?” Naomi waves her hands in front of her face, as if trying to clear her mind to find a word. “We call them stations. Anyway, there are 6 stations all around the state borders. They are here, here, here, here, here, and here.” She points to places near the cities of Amarillo, McKinney, Contoe, Kingsville, Rocksprings, and Sierra Blanca. Julian has the whole

At the first crack of dawn, Jeremy, Lloyd, Alexandra, and Alicia, bleary-eyed but buzzing with anticipation, shook off their sleep to join Lloyd's seasoned ranch hands on the last stretch of their drive. The ranch, sprawling out in the morning light, was alive with the sounds of cattle lowing and horses snorting impatiently. It was a symphony of the Wild West, the backdrop to their exhilarating day ahead.