Space Western Novels & Stories

She said we needed to watch out for spending until we made proper budgets so that we didn’t waste away the money left for us. “It’s locked,” Zach shouted. He had rushed to the door immediately. “Here’s the key.” Hannah said, throwing it to Emmett who caught it. Emmett handed it to Zach, who went to open the door. “Who is that?” I asked Hannah when I saw a man walking towards us. He was a middle-aged, tall, burly man with a stern face, the type you see in western movies. The tall boy following him stopped at the gatepost, leaning against it.

I prefer big cities where everyone keeps to themselves, and no one knows your name. Heading to the western state of Wyoming, I remember a little place called Ten Sleep. It is in the Bighorn Basin and surrounded by ranches. Being the home to so much outdoor fun, they see many hikers each year and I assume this would be a perfect place for “her” to show up. After all, I had become attuned in a way with the places she might strike next, right around the time she stopped doing it for a while. That is why I am really surprised she has started again, and it leads me to wonder why now? What is her motivation?

Legit concealing the illicit. The competition had just officially begun, and I had no intentions of backing down. I would build, grind, and use every tool in my arsenal. Including those that worked in the shadows. If the Queen of the West wanted a war, she was going to get one. It was no doubt that whoever she was, she was able to pull my kind of croud, so she likely knew her way underground also.

I’m like a Marlboro man so I kick on back Wish I could roll on back to that old town road I wanna ride till I can’t no more This song perfectly complements Cassius in massive proportions. Picture this: several miles from our pack, nestled in the majestic mountains, lies our sprawling ranch and a magnificent lodge. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and the distant sounds of laughter from humans enjoying their year-round vacations. From Monday to Friday, we all tirelessly manage the ranch and lodge. But when the weekend arrives, we immerse ourselves in exhilarating rodeos, leaving the care of the ranch and lodge to ranch hands and omegas.

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.

His curiosity seemed unrelenting, but his intentions were cloaked in that charming yet unsettling smile. I met his gaze evenly, unwilling to flinch, reminding myself that I was Luna here, surrounded by the love and strength of my mates. “Have you been to the West?” Gregory asked, his tone casual but his eyes still holding that unnerving intensity. I shook my head, keeping my expression polite. “It is a beautiful place, Luna,” he continued, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Unlike other parts of our world, the West holds women in high regard. Women have rights, power, and influence there.

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.

POV EMMA BELLE The "Western Embargo" was a cold, quiet war. No shells were fired, no soldiers landed on our shores, but the effect was devastating. The Great Migration had brought thousands of hungry mouths to the Black Crag and the Sun-Spire, and now, the grain ships from the Fertile Crescent and the medicinal crates from the Eastern Isles were being turned back or seized by Malakai’s blockade.