True West Book Novels & Stories

" The story everyone has heard about the White Wolves is.. true some details have been left out," the old woman began, piquing Felix's interest. He was still weary of the nameless old woman, but something inside urged him to give her his attention. Mercedes had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her waist securely. The old woman told him that it was nothing of concern. Mercedes would wake up in some time. " So what is the true story?" Felix asked, looking into the eyes of the old woman, trying to see if he was lying.

She simply gave them the truth and let it stand in the snow, and the men received it in silence, the flat broken silence of a people too cold and too hungry to do anything with a truth but hear it. Then she went back up to the study, because there was nowhere else to go, and she took out the book to burn it. That was her honest intention. The swollen ledger of buried bodies had cost her everything. It had turned Dain into a fuse, started a mutiny, and taught her that every secret in it was a door that opened onto a trap. She knelt at the small cold hearth with the last of the fire she would allow herself, and she opened the book one final time, meaning to feed it page by page to the flame, a

I arrived home to an empty house. I dashed into my brother Edmund's room. There was his storm jacket, hanging up with the dust cover still on. I checked for the tell-tale signs the salesperson had shown me. The label was raised. The fabric was stiff, windproof, and smelled faintly of new clothes. The price tag was still on it, with the store's security strip stuck to it. It was the real deal. It was brand-new and the real deal. It even looked a little different from mine.

Not in this lifetime. Once, I had been head over heels for her, ready to do anything she asked. However, those days were long gone. She had lost that right. As time went on, I stepped into my dad's shoes and took over the family business. One day, on my way to seal a deal, I ran into Rebecca and Marvin loitering outside the office of our potential partners. "Mr. Lewis, think it over! A million or two could make all the difference. Our hospital can bounce back," Rebecca said.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

Ideally, if Kenton was successful, his vampires and the fairies would drive the wolves off of Wolf Mountain and I would no longer have to worry about Michael and Ethan and their revenge. “If we successfully drive the wolves away, will the name still be Wolf Mountain?” I asked as I lazily nibbled on a pretzel. “It’s the name that’s registered with the state reserve, so I imagine so,” Godwin said as he dropped down on the sofa next to me and stretched out so that his feet were crossed at the ankles and resting on the arm of the sofa and his head was in my lap. “That’s a pity,” I said as I lightly traced the curves of his ear with my fingertips. “It would be nice to never have to hear the word

“You’re here.” “I’m here.” Martin closed the door behind him. Stepped closer. The chain felt heavy in his pocket, but he pulled it out—silver glinting under the desk lamp. Held it out. “I read the letters. All of them. I want to wear this again. But only if we do this right. No more half-truths. No more hiding. No more running.”

Abby came over and straightened my slightly messy collar. "Time for the main action." That afternoon, the Bourns family was in a state of celebration. Olivia personally drove to bring Wallace back from the countryside in full style. Three years in the country hadn't made Wallace tired or worn out. If anything, the thought of the huge fortune waiting for him made him shine, full of energy and excitement. The Bourns didn't even stop for a sip of water before they dug the safe out from my father's grave. But then, a problem came up. The safe was password-protected. They tried every number they could think of, but it wouldn't open.

Zeke’s jeep rumbles in front of Ethan's apartment building, headlights slicing through the night. It’s past eight, and the cool evening air brushes my skin as I step forward, backpack slung over one shoulder. My heart kicks harder than I’d like to admit, fueled by a terrifying mix of dread and reluctant curiosity. So I'm going into the world of wolves...wolves that have been wolves all their lives, not a human like me. What's it going to be like?