Space Western Novels & Stories

But it had and it did. I looked out the window, enjoying watching the trees in the oasis pass by. It was rare for so many trees to be growing so close to the desert in Nevada, but it was my little piece of heaven. And now, it appeared that it was Xander's and Elias's little piece of heaven, too.

"I can't make sense of it, but I think we don't need to worry about all that. Let's just focus on making Abyss City even stronger first!" Andrew said, "No matter how fast we grow, we still need time. But right now, whether it's the Cathedral or the Ludendorff family, either side can swallow up Abyss City completely. So time isn't on our side. We'll have to create our own advantages. Mr. Hearst, which major city is to the west in the Outlands?" Franz was startled, then answered, "There's nothing but wasteland to the west. While there's no major city, in the far west lies the Werewolf Sacred Mountain ruled by the Dark Clans."

A place no one went voluntarily because the land itself carried the weight of what had happened there. Perfect hiding place. "The west has always been off-map," Marcus said, something in his voice tightening. "Nobody patrols it. Nobody reports on it. We don't even have a boundary ward on the western perimeter because we assumed the old prohibition kept it empty." "They assumed we'd assume that," Emrys replied. Rhiannon's hand pressed flat against the empty western section. "A broken tower. Iron bars. A sigil on the floor—a crescent fractured by a spear." Something moved through the room.

"Opening a portal? You've already tried it, haven't you? It'll be difficult, so just leave it for now!" Xiao Chen couldn't allow problems to arise in the western continent, which had already begun to return to normal. And if they needed to do something, they only needed to prepare a little cooperation with the other three continents. Their resources were also abundant in the western continent, unlike the northern continent, which was indeed a little lower than theirs.

The figure leaned on the wall and spit the blood from their mouth, “Ouch…that man really punch me hard. I think I broke my rib again. ” Westside is a beautiful place filled with buildings made out of red bricks and flourishing Mother Nature. This pleasing place was filled with peace but no one knows besides the locals that if one goes far away from Westside Park you will reach an unknown place. A place with a house made out of tins, cans and cardboards, crimes, lies, a place truly filled with the greatest filth, Territory 26.

At the first light of dawn, Ezra stepped out of his room and asked for Austin to join him inside. Austin's heart skipped a beat. He quickly got up and followed Ezra into the room. "Do we have any news?" Austin asked, unable to stop himself from nervously rubbing his hands, which were damp with sweat. "The number is registered to a city in the Westlands," Ezra said, his expression somewhat perplexed. Austin froze. The Westlands were a desolate, isolated region, sparsely populated and thousands of miles away from the Campbell residence. Walter's phone number… how could it be from there?

but the oversized space wolf seemed to be thinking now, and Ragnar looked around. The suit was in the dark. It wasn't as tough as the mountain he had gone through before he was adopted, but it was strong enough to make many people think. They lived in open spaces in the forests of the valleys. The great peaks that surrounded it raised their snow-covered heads to the sky. I heard the sound of running water from somewhere. This must have been the river they had seen from the air before, he thought. It was when he went down the slope to the lake below. The surrounding forest was dark and gloomy. He could smell the pines, the gray leaves and other hardy trees that grew at this height. He heard

Chapter 39: The Western Friction The grand strategic maps of the petrified cedar war table had expanded once more, moving past the smoldering naval ports of the East and the frozen, severed mountain valleys of the Northern Territory. Beta Vance had spent the hours before dawn cleaning away the dark iron markers of the Eastern pureblood dynasties, replacing them with a complex grid of emerald-green obsidian tokens representing the dense, fortified valley-states of the Western Alliances. The Western faction was an entirely different structure from the rest of the continent; they were not ruled by single tyrants or ancient bloodline councils, but by a militaristic federation of twelve high-rank

Reagan’s POV In case you don't know, the West Werewolf land is a no-go area out of all the regions in Werewolf land. It is said that the West land is filled with rogues. I watched Dolphus look at me as if I'd just heard one of his deepest secrets. “What the heck did you go to the West for? Do you wanna get killed?” I retorted as I tried to punch him with my fist but he subconsciously dodged as if he was expecting the blow.

Loki, Caius, and Stryxx were 3 quarters away from the border between the Rogue's territory to the Old Ones. Chad had reminded them that time passes differently in the Old Lands due to a ever potent spell place by those who came before Anatashi and her motley pack of misfits. "Do you believe this mole is as loyal to Chad as he says?" Stryxx, always, the thunder cloud over everyone's heads. "I believe in Dove and his capabilities to sell just about any plan to even the smartest wolves. I guess he's really Chad's,vrother." Loki mentioned.