Weird Western Novels & Stories

The touch of first light looked magnificent in the horizon while the pack of wolves enjoyed their morning run up north on the western borders of their territory. This place was Moon Stone’s ‘dead-end’ so there were almost less to no danger present in the boundaries as this ends with the hills and cliffs that connects them in the deep sea. The only way for them to reach the highest peak of the west border is through the fortress. Howl!

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

While the fire of problem is still there the western countries especially the US are just chilling and partying like it's not their problem. Thus another year had passed. --------------------------------------------

Reagan’s POV In case you don't know, the West Werewolf land is a no-go area out of all the regions in Werewolf land. It is said that the West land is filled with rogues. I watched Dolphus look at me as if I'd just heard one of his deepest secrets. “What the heck did you go to the West for? Do you wanna get killed?” I retorted as I tried to punch him with my fist but he subconsciously dodged as if he was expecting the blow.

I scrolled down with numb fingers, catching stray comments. @curiousmindz89: Who is this woman anyway? Why aren't you calling the homewrecker by name? @tea_time_daily: Which of the Wests? Old West or other Wests? Speak clearly, don't waste my data! @softheart_ella: Fr tho, people always drag women for everything. Haven't seen any comment drag the good-for-nothing cheating bastard. @detectivemodeon Not tryna stir but… Coastal Sonata Retreat has been getting crazy attention lately and Adele fits right into this description 👀 coincidence??

I needed to have a little word with Carter about the stunt he pulled today. It doesn’t take long before their group makes an appearance. Western High School’s PB (short for Pretty Boys) was made up of four members: the handsome playboy (incubus) Kevin, the sports guy (ghoul) Ashton, the genius Walter (werewolf), and the most popular guy in school, Carter (vampire). Those four jerks were the dream and nightmare of every human girl in school. Girls both loved and feared them at the same time. All girls, but not me.

Even at the same level, the Western races possessed innate bloodlines and body enhancements. The werewolves in particular were known for their massive size, overwhelming strength, and brutal close-quarters combat. Kaelan was one of the strongest among them. So, even though Reginald was regarded as unmatched by the Lloyd upper ranks, they could not help but worry deeply. Nigel hissed, "Those Western freaks really love ambushing people. Seems they've forgotten how our Eastern martial artists wiped them out 100 years ago." The head of the assassination unit replied coldly, "Talking about the past is pointless. Holtrien has been too busy fighting itself. When we kill our own, it's no wonder outs