Weird Western Novels & Stories

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.

Instead, a very odd thing happened and the three of them moved to give us a way to pass. Taking a deep, calming breath, I walked further into the West territory. Ryker, Dmitry, and Eros were following behind me while the three wolves were on either side of us. Unlike the North or the South, the West looked like it had never been touched by civilization. The houses and buildings looked like they had been there for at least a hundred years and had never been remodeled.

After nearly an hour of running, Mira finally arrived at the pub located near the junction between the Southern and Eastern pack territory. “Explain to me why that pretty face looked gloomy,” the bar owner greeted her as soon as she entered the front door. Westie was a sixty-eight years old retired cop in the Eastern Werewolves Pack territory. He knew about the supernatural world because his wife was one before her death of an illness. Since then, Westie sold his house and opened a pub where he worked and lived at the same time. “Good to see you, Westie. How’s the shotgun doing for you?” Mira asked as she sat down at his table.

I grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her. “Why did Weston hire you?” I asked. Her mouth popped open to say something, but then closed before starting again. “Because I said the monkeys in The Wizard of Oz creeped me out.” I nodded. “Weston is a monkey from The Wizard of Oz this week.” Her eyes went wide. “Think you can step back now?” “I-I don’t know.” “Imagine him with a long tail and black fur, bouncing around while the wicked witch cackles in the background.”

"May I?" I shrugged, not quite sure what I had just agreed to. "Sure. why not?" After all, it couldn't get any stranger. Could it? Monster hunters wanting to kill us all? Check. Crazy wolves announcing themselves as my Glam Squad Dream Team? Check. Two sexy men that are wolves? Check. The sooner I left this crazy train the better.

My whole body hurt. I closed my eyes and “meditated”, as my Grandmother would’ve said. I tried and tried and tried, as I had been trying all day, to reach out and communicate with any of my Pack members, starting and ending with Grandma. Red, I didn’t even bother with anymore. He knew how I felt on the matter. Red was a dead wolf walking. When he returned to camp, either Lars would kill him or I would. Lars… What an odd fellow he was turning out to be.

*Isabella* The creak of the wagon wheels’ monotonous lullaby starkly contrasts with the chaotic howls and traditional camp songs that still echo in my ears. Last night, several of the packs travelin’ west got together on the outskirts of St. Louie for a final farewell. Chet and I communicated through the mind-link and stolen glances across the campfire, surrounded by both our families and friends. The wild west feels so close and yet still so far away as we travel northwest through corn and wheat fields today.

“I say, ‘Let the fun and games begin!’ You know life is never dull for long when it comes to us. A sexy biker wolf comes to town, and he knows how to respect books. It’s love at the first sight. I mean, he asked you out for coffee. Respected you to rescind that offer when he realized you were being stalked by someone who’s insisting you go out with him while not respecting your decision to say no. This treaty is really raining on our parade with the no attacking them with magic thing.” “Oh please, I barely know him. Alright, I’ll admit he’s easy on the eyes and he has over two brain cells to rub together. He’s also the Twilight Wolf Beta.” “If he’s a Beta sick him of Xavier and has done with

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

Ben taunted. “Not when the odds are six against one.” Kade pushed himself to a sitting position and said, “Let him go.” “What?” Remy said. “We all wanna take a shot at him so he knows he messed with the wrong fuckin’ family.” “You’re all McKays?” “No, some of us go by the name West. Heard of us?” The man said, “Yeah, you’re all a buncha fuckin’ psycho cowboys.” “Then you know we ain’t gonna let this slide.”