Weird Western Novels & Stories

I had never asked him where he came from. Is the West not the same place the lab guy confirmed the healing balms come from? Everything was coming at me all at once. My legs seemed wobbly now. I managed to sit on the bed, looking intensely at the paper in my hand as my brain spun with thoughts. I reached for my phone, typing furiously. “Everything I need to know about the Western Pack.” And just like that, everything that concerned the West popped up. I scrolled, going from one page to another, but… nothing was interesting.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

(The Dream) I'm running through the woods, being chased by a huge wolf like creature hot on my heels. The weird thing is that I'm used to being out in the woods while horseback riding, but this time it was like a maze, with all the twist and turns , and just my luck. . . a dead end.

I try getting more information about the Western Pack but as expected, the Alpha has forbidden those who has access to the information to tell me. Should I just go and find the Western Pack on my own? No, no, no. That's such a crazy idea. I don't even know where it is other than it's located at the West. I also don't have any relations to Alpha Arnold's pack so they won't even talk to me if I somehow manage to get there. They would most likely just throw me to jail right away. Damn! I sigh in utmost despair. I'm running out of options and I'm afraid, I no longer know what I'm supposed to do.

Chapter 39: The Western Friction The grand strategic maps of the petrified cedar war table had expanded once more, moving past the smoldering naval ports of the East and the frozen, severed mountain valleys of the Northern Territory. Beta Vance had spent the hours before dawn cleaning away the dark iron markers of the Eastern pureblood dynasties, replacing them with a complex grid of emerald-green obsidian tokens representing the dense, fortified valley-states of the Western Alliances. The Western faction was an entirely different structure from the rest of the continent; they were not ruled by single tyrants or ancient bloodline councils, but by a militaristic federation of twelve high-rank

The motel looked like it hadn't been updated since sometime in the 80's. Click. Static. Click. Static. Click. The screen flickered to life with a high pitched whine, the picture rolling twice before stabilizing into a grainy, Technicolor desert. Men in oversized cowboy hats were riding horses across a dusty canyon, guns drawn. Their mouths moving out of sync with the audio. An old western. Perfect. It was just noise. It wasn't the news, it wasn't reality. It was just mindless, rhythmic noise to drown out the silence of the room and Pad-Pad of the paws she imagined she could still hear on the concrete outside.

Kael says. "We did it." He takes my hand. "What are you thinking?" "I am thinking about what comes next. There is always something." "Not tonight. Tonight, we celebrate." I lean into him. "You are right. Tonight, we celebrate." But the celebration does not last. Three days later, a messenger arrives from the western territories. Her horse is lathered, her face pale. "My queen. There is an outbreak in the western villages. A sickness we have never seen. Wolves are dying. Healers cannot stop it."

This meant leader in Velkaris Kael didn't take his eyes off the arena. "What is it?" "The western patrol has returned." "And?" The guard hesitated for the briefest moment. "They found nothing." A heavy silence settled between them. Kael's expression didn't change, but the air around him somehow grew colder. For weeks, reports had continued arriving from the western territories. Entire settlements had vanished without warning. Not raided. Not burned. Simply... gone. Homes stood untouched, food remained on tables, livestock wandered freely, yet every living soul had disappeared without leaving behind so much as a scent trail. It defied everything the wolves knew about tracking, and the mystery

I was sure the moon goddess would give Mason someone better, that would love him genuinely, and he wouldn't feel like he needed to compete with anyone. We made a lot of stops because I had to eat and I had to pee. Mason laughed at me while Marcus grumbled. They took turns driving while I slept most of the time at the backseat of the jeep. We arrived at the gunsmith's house. His name was Isaac Western, he was the only gunsmith that made bullets capable of killing werewolves, and because of that, he was filthy rich. I knew Marcus had more money, but for a human, he was filthy rich. What Marcus had was generations of hard work, this man, made his money in his lifetime.

Mobile operators always answer that the number dialed is inactive or out of range. One day Saga had to visit several other cities close to the city of Koba, asking his friends about the characteristics of the Bara family. Or for that matter, the characteristics of Bara and Mr. Aryadi, because Saga doesn't really know what Bara's parents look like. However, his efforts were in vain, to no avail. Even so, Saga actually has the only location he hasn't explored, close to the city of Koba. A forest. But he didn't have the courage to go in there. It is the area of ​​the wolf-shifter, an area inhabited by most of the wolf-shifter of Central Bangka Regency. People had never heard of a wolf's roar or