Weird West Books Novels & Stories

Or was it just a dream? As before, the place smelled disconcertingly like foot powder—gritty talc with a cloying perfumed undertone that made her think of funerals. Display racks near the door held the usual suspects: artsy postcards, books on the witch trials, copies of famous witches' books, and such. But the racks themselves were made of wood rather than the usual cheesy wire, and the sides were carved with strange, sinuous curves and the hint of scales and teeth. The walls were painted black with greenish white accents; she glowed in the dark when the bookkeeper turned off the lights. It would make the perfect backdrop for him to pull out the three-foot-high grim reaper statue that was l

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

Children? Now, that had really hit a nerve. I've never really thought about these things before. I've always thought matrimony was for weak minded men. That was before I thought I was going to be a bachelor all my immortality. Instead, I found this fierce, and head strong beauty of a shewolf that makes me growl louder than a lion in the African dessert.

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She feels like we are betraying dad's memory. As I pull our red Chevy up to the gates of Riverstone pack, I feel a shiver run down my spine. Wolves are strong. And we are meeting an Alpha. I have only ever seen an Alpha once. I was shopping for Lisa in the mall since she refuses to buy new clothes. He was huge and had an expression that reeked of authority.

It was obvious to all of them by now that something very weird was going on. “My dear, Danshak. Do you still find me predictable?” Nikjin asked, enjoying how disoriented the werewolves had become. “What sort of dirty tricks are you playing this time?” Asked Danshak. “Why don’t you come here and find out?” Said Nikjin. “Do not listen to him, Danshak,” said Weruona. “It is a trap.” “We cannot just wait here all night either,” said Zanisck. “Why is he the only one talking in the cave?”