Weird Western Novels & Stories

she asked, leaning forward in her seat. Steve turned toward her, his expression serious. "The Diablos," he began, his voice taking on a somber tone, "are a biker werewolf gang with no territory. They ride around terrorizing, killing, stealing, and sometimes smuggling illegal things throughout America." His words painted a vivid picture of lawlessness and danger. "They're also known as Demon wolves or Devil wolves. They sell their services to whoever can pay them, but they won't hesitate to betray or backstab if they get bored."

Tyler made a show of sniffing the air, his eyes turning to slits as he glared at the man. “Yup… smells like a Western wolf to me,” Tyler said, grinning and folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, that’s what I thought. And what do we do with Western wolves who misbehave?” “Toss them in the Pit,” Tyler replied without hesitation. The guy’s face paled even more, which meant he had heard of the pit. If Kade wasn’t sure if he was a Western wolf or not… he was sure now. Only Western wolves have heard of the pit because it was an underground warehouse used for illegal fighting.

"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

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

So diary, I once again had to go see the family that all lived on top of a hill in the West pack. But it was an old house, bought when the pack was still a booming industrial center, without dirty rouges to invade. Now, it was sort of forgotten and laid to rest, but that family my aunt was mated into was WEIRD, they all had some sort of problem, as they were sort of backwoods type people, now they weren’t marrying cousins or anything but they just acted bizarre to us.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

she looked back at me. I stopped at her comment. "I'm joking again, when will you get that I am." she again teased. I shook my head. We made our way to the back of a small cottage. I got nervous when I saw a group of werewolves who seemed the same age as us. Young, handsome men and beautiful females. They were all sitting at a small river chatting. Their attention turn to us as they sensed us. They all got up as if they wanted to leave. "She's my brother's savior, the human I told you about years ago," Cali told them.

I looked at the east and west side of the forest and come up with an idea. “You go east, I’ll go west.” Rendall nodded with what I said so we split up, still holding our weapons and sharpening our senses for an attack. I saw some blood on the ground which I followed until I reached another pond, I saw nothing so I turned my back not until I heard a growl not too far from where I am standing. I immediately duck and hide behind the tall grasses beside the pond. I saw a werewolf trying to wash its wound using the water from the pond, I immediately grabbed my spear but my eyes widened at what I saw.

We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth and angry men that probably had guns, which was why he was one of the most respected and feared and desired ranch owners of the county.