Weird West Books Novels & Stories

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

“Are you really a shifter?” “Huh?” I shake my head and laugh. “Shifter. Or werewolf. In paranormal romance books, any sort of were or shifter is always described as being warmer than normal humans.” Wes raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “I didn’t know that.” “I’m a little weird. Maybe I should have warned you.” Slowly, he angles his body toward me and brings one arm up, resting it on the back of the couch behind me. “I like weird.”

I’m sure I’ll find something about this elusive Ultima on one of the more obscure sites where the werewolf conspiracy theorists hang out. Humans come across these books and websites all the time, but they always make it off as fiction or crazy people living in a fantasy world. It suits us just fine, but that will change soon. I know it. I open the book and look at the table of contents. Far down the list, I see it: * RARE WOLVES *. That must be it.

It was so big that I had to spend two whole days in it. With the library's search system, I found all the books about the Werewolves of Chaos by keyword and chronology. Once I had gathered them, I wasted no time delving into the information. But they all pretty much said the same thing as the excerpts from Alpha Austin's diary. Just when I thought I might not find anything, a recent book that seemed new caught my attention.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

All that remained was to safeguard Madison. On the transport, Sadie sat beside Avery, looking intrigued by her silence. “Are you not howling in terror? Did you truly not scent this trap?” Avery met Sadie’s gaze with eyes of flint. “Though it was a foul wind, I do not entertain fear. My life is but a shadow in the forest.” Sadie’s smile became genuine, shedding her previous act. Her lethal beauty was now fully visible. “You are a liar. Every wolf fears the Great Sleep, even the Alphas.”

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far, I had five books that I found would pique my interest such as Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice and the Maze Runner. All of these books were human and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had and only seemed to find one that was labelled 'As Old As Time Will Tell' written by none other than one of the eldest werewolf alive which was 'Herbert Vanderlin'. In the blurb, it states his life as an old

For the first time all night, Dodge tore his eyes away from Cassidy and out the cracked window; if the man's name she was looking for started with a ‘W’ then they weren’t looking for the same man. “Weston.” Cassidy confirmed. “His name is Weston Deacon, comes from out South, and has a way of touchin’ things that ain’t his.” Ruby scoffed. “No shit, the bastard touched these babies.” Ruby palmed her dark violet covered large breasts. “And Weston sounds about right, but he had two others… A woman and a man-” “The man.” Cassidy interrupted Ruby harshly, thinking nothing of it as her own hands grew cold. “What did he look like?”