Way Out West Book Novels & Stories

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

We need them focused, not fighting us. Rina’s presence faded in his mind and Knight focused on the field. “Confirming trucks are half empty,” Tanner murmured over the comms. That was the signal for everyone to move into position. Knight and Bones exited the dusty office on cat-quiet feet, hurrying down the hallway to the fire door they’d left slightly ajar with a stray pipe. They slid out under cover of darkness around the corner and just out of sight of the warehouses. “Confirming trucks are now fully empty. All civilians are in the warehouses.”

“It’s not too much. I can make more here. You’ll need it to settle somewhere new, wherever you end up. Thank the goddess we all use the same currency. You’ll need it more than I will.” Her hand moved to my cheek, patting it gently, comforting me like a mother would. “Listen carefully,” she said, her voice a low, urgent whisper. “Go west. Don’t even think about going east. They don’t take kindly to strangers there, and their Alpha is ruthless. But the West… the West won’t look twice at a new face. You’ll blend in there, but you’d stand out like a sore thumb in the East. Right now, because of the mourning, no one’s guarding the borders. Go to the highway and wait there until you can catch a ri

"Why is it expensive?" "No, it was in high demand." Alkhun looks at the book. It was almost like his first copy of it. Red cover, with the name of it. Written in bold letters. Alkhun was fascinated by the book ever since he first read it. It was the myth of the west. The myth about a tower, once hidden deep in the west. Where it is located, the structure, the system, the connection between worlds. Everything was written in detail. It was suffocating how fascinating whats that book has to offer. Like a gateway through the other dimension, that gives you goosebumps.

she said, her voice a low, urgent whisper. “Go west. Don’t even think about going east. They don’t take kindly to strangers there, and their Alpha is ruthless. But the West… the West won’t look twice at a new face. You’ll blend in there, but you’d stand out like a sore thumb in the East. Right now, because of the mourning, no one’s guarding the borders. Go to the highway and wait there until you can catch a ride. Tell them you’re headed to the center of Rainville. People won’t question you if you say that.”

“I really will miss you both. You’ve been so kind to me, and I appreciate you taking a chance on a stranger like me and giving me an opportunity to work.” Norah wipes the tears under her eyes and Bill takes a step back as he crosses his arms over his chest, his rounded belly pushing out under his arms. I pick up my bag off the floor and walk out the door without looking back. As I approach the road the goes east-west I pause to think about which direction to take. Southwest will head back towards Blood Eclipse, but east is the direction I had been considering if I wanted to remain in an area close to mountains and forests but put more distance between myself and my old pack.

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

“Portland’s a clean slate. But only if we want it to be. We can burn this tonight at the new house. Or keep it locked away as a reminder of how far we’ve come. Your call, baby.” I closed my eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. The decision about the drive could wait a few hours. The bigger decision—packing up our healed life and carrying it west—had already been made. As we walked out of the garage together, hand in hand, I glanced back once at the small black rectangle. One final shadow from the syndicate. The movers closed the truck doors with a heavy thud. Time to drive toward whatever came next.

If the pack was after them, they needed to move. "Oh, and here," he said, holding her a roll of thick laminate that resembled the placemats at her childhood shack. "In case something happens," she said, unrolling it to reveal a map with completely unknown names and locations, a camp spot indicated in ink, and a few comments about trails and things to avoid. "Basically, simply proceed west, cross the canyon at the bridge, then angle practically due northwest from there for another day's hard march," he explained. The sights and such are included." A lump gathered in her throat, but she nodded and managed, "Thanks."

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo