Weird Western Novels & Stories

Brynn Hollis' POV The message came from a wolf I'd never seen. He collapsed at the gate, half-dead, his fur matted with blood and salt. His eyes were wild, his words slurred, but one phrase cut through the fever: "The Western Wastes are rising." We carried him to the infirmary. Solara worked her magic while I waited, pacing. "The Western Wastes?" Dax asked. "A territory beyond the mountains. Nothing lives there. Or so we thought."

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.

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.

Moon Valley expands beyond the horizon of Moon Stone where the territory of Crescent Luna is located. Between the territories are unclaimed lands – a home to rogues and newborns. As werewolves casted out from their own packs, either voluntary or not, and humans choosing to embrace a totally different kind of creature, they mostly just wandered around; no laws governing them, no leaders who give commands that they need to follow, and no lifelines in the disguise of their mates – or at least they’ve been like that for centuries, but not now.

Clara pointed out. "Course he is, the Alpha that bit him probably did it as a last resort that's why he isn't sired to him, Jason's a lone wolf" Joseph calmed down and got another beer. "A lone wolf? You didn't teach me about those, you said Werewolves always travel in packs" Clara said confused. "They're very rare! Very rare, lone wolves are a type of Werewolf bound by no one, they have complete freedom and complete control, not to mention their strength it rivals some alphas" Joseph explained.

Some stopped to admire the clothing in the windows, but most people were on their phones or obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. I pulled open the heavy glass door and stepped outside. It was colder today than yesterday. Gray clouds filled the limited sky I could see between tall buildings. I took a deep breath in, smelling car gas and street vendor food. I wrinkled my nose, missing the soft scent of grass and stone from the castle. Westshire was the capital and biggest city in Paradisa. The city had stonework that predated the US mixed with new buildings. Ancient and modern architecture mingled and combined with castles merging into skyscrapers.

I roll my eyes. " Would it be bad if I wished they never get married." I mutter and bite my thumbnail. Roxie burst into laughter, including Tanner. " Definitely won't be bad. They are the worst couple in history. Caleb is an asshole full of shit. And Regina is a waste of pre cum and a total loser." Roxie says and I laugh. God I missed this. " Let's forget about Regina and her dipshit boyfriend. How's Anderson, Lauren?" Roxie asks.

They trusted me, and I would not fail them. Our journey to the western district had been nothing to write home about. It took us three days of traveling. Barely stopping to rest or eat. We crossed deep valleys and mountains filled with strange animals that we of the eastern part have not seen before. Ellorin as a whole is a massive continent made up of two parts, the West and the East. The two of them are separated by a large forest that is known as the Great Forest. That is home to the rogues. We reached the western district in exactly three days and finally set camp in preparation for the attack. The west was ruled by only one leader. The one who called himself the master. So it is easy to