Weird Western Novels & Stories

They had a peculiar scent there, both from the cypress and sandalwood tree species there, very peculiar types, but also because their wolves are something different altogether from us. He has traces of that, but not completely. You might be looking at a descendant native to that area, though probably mixed by now since I imagine the rogues would have taken their women. Mixed! Beth stared. What kind of werewolves are they if they're not similar to us? Mysteries Mal never solved, nor I. But that's all the help I might be able to give you. I need to go and lie down, but find me if you need more information about the western region.

The western trade road did not smell like wolves. That was the first thing I noticed when we crossed the ridge line at dusk. The air was wrong, too layered, too busy. Iron, smoke, oil, unfamiliar sweat. The wind carried echoes of movement that did not follow pack patterns. No territorial markers. No clean dominance lines. Just chaos pressed into the earth by too many passing feet. “This place is noisy,” Varek muttered behind me. He wasn’t wrong.

River's expression turned thoughtful, and he replied, "I'm not certain, but there's a rumor they've fled westward." I raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on my face. “The west? What the hell is over there?” I asked River, my tone laced with curiosity. River's expression turned enigmatic, and he replied, "Perhaps that's the point… there's nothing. No strategic value, no resources to speak of. It's a barren wasteland."

Annie thumbed through the guide book for Arkansas hot spring, looking for the page she folded down. Helmslee Hot springs. The guide book promised secluded undeveloped minera pools in the streambed of a canyon. It had sound like a soothing, healing sort of place. She had been making a point of finding the beautiful and secure places to hike and camp on this trip without any form of attack, she was weak omega, the weakest one for yhat matter, she trying to keep her ass safe though she knew that her mate was there to save her. So as soon as she set her tent, she was heading straight for the trailhead. Maybe she could find some peace in a pool of hot mineral waters, but at this point she doub

Just as I was about to confront her, I suddenly got a message from William. "Do you know who Tash could be? Whoever she is, she's been harassing me for days now! What a lunatic!" My sixth sense went into overdrive, and once I checked the chat logs William sent, I was able to confirm my suspicions. The person named Tash started by sending a mysterious yet pointed message that read, "Hi, William. I'm proficient in physiognomy, and your girlfriend has the textbook features of a cheater who's plagued with many romantic entanglements. She's too seductive. She'll bring you bad luck and drive away all of your good fortune. It's best if you break up with her as soon as possible."

So this one is going to be more difficult, they say the only way you can really identify if someone is a giant, is if they're mad because they're eyes change, and I don't mean in colour. They're eyes change in a weird way where the pupil has the colour but the rest of the eye is the pupil, weird but I would really like to see that. So now here we are just strolling around the city, even though we're on a mission I can't help but be all tourist-like. I was taking photos, buying souveniers, anything a tourist usually does I did. My friends think I've lost my mind, but the jokes on them I lost it long time ago and they're just noticing.

Wayne bounced back to the land of the living and coughed several times. "What town Wayne?!" Dodge desperately yelled, gaining the attention of both horses behind him, and Wayne gasped from shock as he stood up. "Town? What town?" "Monty's town! Where the hell is that town?!" "Um uh," Wayne gripped at his still transparent thoughts before gaining the information he needed. "A small town names Dextmer, about a four hour ride west." Dodge nodded and looked towards Mateo, both noticing how the hope shined in their eyes, and the Reaper nodded to the kid.

I insisted. “On what.” “Werewolves,” I blurted out, standing up while staring at him. I did not miss the slight parting of his lips before he masked the surprise with concern. “Werewolves? Are you a fan of one of those werewolf horror movies? To be honest, I do like them a lot too. They’re better than the mushy romances teenagers are always writing about us.” “Us?” “Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.”

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

I knew I needed to find a way to help him understand that I had forgiven him. One week later Christian and Bill were having a good time at the Yellow moon pack. Most of the girls wanted them, and they seemed quite receptive to the affection they were getting. After all, they were apex werewolves. They could only pair up with humans or werewolves. The attention they were getting must have given them hope of finding a mate.