Space Western Novels & Stories

“Alangan namang isakay ko iyan sa kotse ko? Ang hina ng signal dito kaya hindi rin ako makatawag sa mga driver sa bahay para magdala ng pagsasakyan, so you have no choice. You’re taking this horse in the city.” “Hindi ba sinabi ko sa’yo kanina na may gagawin ako ngayong umaga? Pumayag lang akong samahan ka sa gubat at mangaso kasi sabi mo hindi tayo magtatagal.” Haera went silent for seconds as if she’s scheming for something in her head. “I have a gun, it’s not in use. Pre-64 Winchester model 70. Kanino ko kaya ibibigay?” she asked herself, but loud enough for us to hear.

Abegail sat paralysed, her dream world collapsing about her, as her father and Leonard briefly talked of Leonard's leaving. He was going farther west, into the new Colorado territory. Not east. He was leaving. He was leaving without her, and he was going west, not east—to the even more primitive wilds than the dreary Nolana, not to the opulent, lively cities of the east.

"The separation has been extensive, Luna. My wolf missed your council while I was managing the western trade routes." Tess patted his back with a soft, affectionate rumble. "The house missed your presence as well, child. Yet your comms remained dead after your unit cleared the border." "The western sectors require total radio silence due to the time variances and the constant cartel intercepts," Seraphina explained, his beautiful, lethal eyes sliding across the room as he spoke to the Luna.

Yet, history has a cruel way of repeating itself, and shadows grow longest under the brightest suns. Far beyond the lush emerald vineyards of Oakhaven and the towering granite peaks of the Blackwood Estate lay the desolate, lawless expanse of the Western Wastes. It was a barren land of cracked red earth, petrified forests, and ancient, forgotten ruins where rogue wolves and exiled warlords went to die. At the edge of a deep, jagged canyon known as the Rift of Echoes, a lone figure stood silhouetted against the dying crimson sun.

Darla sidles up to Alcina, brows raised and an awful grin on her features. “In the middle of a war and the two of you seem to be enjoying the loveliest of honeymoon phases-” “Darla!” Alcina hisses, embarrassed. Percy snorts into his fist. Alcina’s cheeks glow red. * * * * * * * * * * * They reach the Western Plains by nightfall. They drive a path straight through the forests, unsuitable for carriages and large retinues, but perfect for a slim group on horseback.

Their Alpha nods. I love Jax and Dev, but this kind of support group is addictive. So many ideas and thoughts brought to the table. Each of these guys is so different, and I love that they let Rayna add her two cents without any issue. What would it be like to have my own full team? “We should check the western border.” Jax sits up straight, “We have had our focus on the East sid,e and if they are trying to distract us, then their plan is currently working.”

Alex The wolf community was under a new threat. At first, when I heard I thought it was a joke, but too many settlements had been sacked for it to be a joke. Rumour had it that a silver spirit wolf had been attacking the settlements in search of another spirit wolf. Instead of moving on to the next settlement when it didn't find what it was looking for, it would attack and kill the pack members.

Gael and Phoenix, who by now, have moved out of the packhouse and were living in their own home close by, were preparing a party for the return of Eden and Kyle. After Eden left, she headed West to the ocean and learned a little about humans and werewolves along the way. She relished in how big the world was and how cruel some people could be, how ignorant others were; and just loved the fact that she was living her own life. Before she left she had a chat with Phoenix and thanked her for giving her a chance to get out there and live and she hoped they could be friends somewhere down the line. Phoenix genuinely wished her well and told her that they were friends already. She left her with an

Below them, the world opened up not as a chaotic sprawl of neon and iron, but as a vast, unmapped ledger waiting for its first entry. Alexander sat near the manual tiller, his gaze fixed on the shifting horizon where the white of the Salt Flats met the deep, shadow-choked green of the western valley settlements. For decades, those communities had existed as survivalist ghosts, completely cut off from the city’s central resource grid, trading scavenged electronics for whatever withered crops could grow in the acidic topsoil of the lowlands.

Hans frowned at the picture, “Where is that place?” David leaned back on his chair while his arms crossed around his chest. “This place is called West-wind Town. It’s located in the western desert of City S. This place is not highly urbanized but still, it can be considered a modernized town. They have a supply of electricity, water, and internet, but if we compared it to the city we are living in, it’s far more inferior.” Everly’s hands went cold instantly when she saw the photo. It’s the place she remembered clearly. She was hoping that what she was seeing right now is not the place in her memory. But her hope was shattered when David mentioned the town’s name.