Weird West Books Novels & Stories

she explained, her gaze fixed on Becca. "Last year, when I was in Africa, my colleague Dr. Tunde found this book," she continued, opening the weathered tome. Its pages were worn, and some were torn, but what caught our attention was the strange writing adorning them. "I've been researching how to translate it for months, trying to piece together each word, hoping they'll make sense. Until I figured it out. This isn't a normal book. It contains facts about werewolves," she revealed.

“It is going to be so cool to get hands-on training from one of my father’s pack members. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” Amber’s book delivery arrived earlier than expected and Caleb eagerly assisted her with bringing them in from the car. There were quite a few boxes and Caleb prayed that at least one of them would hold a nugget of gold for him. As luck would have it, the boxes contained three werewolf books that Caleb had not seen before. One, in particular, caught his eye. It was all about new wolves and their experiences when first transitioning. He couldn’t wait to get home and start reading it. He’d already paged through it in the store and noted the similarities between h

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

"The western territories may have cities with Warden gifts that have not been identified. People who have been staying places they cannot leave. People whose work has an unusual quality of warmth in it. People the pack has been describing as attached to their location in ways they cannot account for." She is quiet. "Anomalous residents," she says. "Yes," I say. "The same way anomalous cities," she says. "Yes," I say. She breathes in. "I will conduct a review," she says. "Of the western territories. Every stationed wolf who filed a report about an unusual person rather than an unusual place." She pauses. "They have been there the whole time." "Yes," I say. "In the reports we filed and did not

As I glanced around the library, my fingers traced the spine of each book my hands touched. "Help me, Teresa," "With what? What book?" "A book about the West," "Well if it's about the West. What better way to know about it other than from a person who lives there? I'm a Westerner," I shook my head. "No, you don't understand," "What do I don't understand? You're being difficult, Amethyst," I came to a sudden halt, causing Teresa to nearly bump into me from behind. "I'm discussing a narrative from a distinct viewpoint—a perspective recounting tales from the West, not your own," I clarified.

Iris I know people thought I was crazy for falling straight back into his arms, even Maggie had looked kind of shocked by the quickness of it. But Cyber had wanted And sometimes it surprised me too, but for me, it had always been Cyber. The bad boy who had pinged up on my laptop years ago. And turned my world upside down. He had sent me into a tailspin. For a time I lost control of my life. I had suffered, but it was always his face that kept me going. Even if for a time I had hated him.

I was pulled out of my inner debate when the loud growled curse came from the kitchen! “What?” I asked and worriedly skipped out of the bathroom. I entered the living area and saw Prez gesturing at the news. I followed his gaze and--- and I gaped when I saw my picture on the screen. Wanted for murder! “And my life just turned into a western!” I sighed, and I’m pretty sure that I passed out right after that. I’m officially a movie-blond!

My favourite dangerous place. Greg points at me, knowing what I am like in this place. “Fifteen minutes.” I grin if that's how he wants to play it. Oh, baby, challenge accepted. We wander through the shops. I drift toward the books immediately. I need my on-flight reading material. After standing and staring for longer than necessary, I pick up West of Forever by Corinne Michaels. Greg appears beside me, holding a magazine. “Found mine.” I look at the magazine and tsk to myself. Of course, Greg would want this reading material. “Just MotoX?”

Dan said, and I nodded. Soon after, we got to section B-2, and Beta Dan started pulling out some books. “I believe these ones are more likely to have what you’re looking for,” he said, handing me a book and another while he himself kept busy studying a page. I started to fiddle with the first book, scrolling page by page. The images and writing fonts were good, but not what I came for, so my interest dwindled. I believe I was reading something about rogues from the eastern side when I started to feel woozy, my eyes heavy and battling to stay open.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through