West With Giraffes: A Novel Novels & Stories

The ease in which he practically soared onto the back of his horse was almost as impressive as the ease in which he’d decapitated the werewolf. The way he’d said, “Of course”, before leaping back into the saddle and moving on gave me no room for further conversation on the topic, although I had plenty more questions as we carefully picked our way through the trees. The sound of battle had been distant until we reached the edge of the tree line of the reserve that bordered the Jefferson property. Not only was it loud and clear, but we could see the fighting off in the distance.

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

here he turned to Basira: “We can take to Sir Rushet the letters which her grace, our benefactress, has mentioned.” “Thank you,” answered Basira; “there are occasions here continually, for men are sent expressly.” “All the commands must maintain communication,” said Sir Geswer. “But are you going to Rashroff, indeed, with this young beauty?” “Oh, this is an ordinary puss, not a beauty, gracious benefactor,” said Novoveski; “and I am going to Rashroff, for my son, the rascal, is serving there under the banner of Sir Rushet. It is nearly ten years since he ran away from home, and knocks at my fatherly clemency only with letters.”

After a long moment of silence, his rough hand reaches out and violently rips the burlap sack off Chika's head. CHIKA WHITMORE My eyes slowly flutter open against the harsh glare of the floodlights, revealing a profound, bottomless wave of sadness deep within my pupils. My gaze watches the family of three tightly embrace on the edge of the dock, comforting each other's wolves, completely oblivious to the fact that my life is being left behind in the dark. My teeth clench together until my jaw aches, violently struggling to contain the raw storm of emotions threatening to rip my chest apart.

"What exactly did you see? Who—what—came from the east?" The scout's eyes darted nervously as if he feared even speaking the name. His hands trembled as he clutched at my sleeve, his breath ragged. "Shadows. Not like any shadows I’ve seen before. Dark... like the void itself. It moves in whispers and nightmares, and it... it takes what it wants." He swallowed hard, his throat working. "It’s not human, Lady Cassia. It’s something far worse."

To run from whatever is happening. We move toward the giraffes, and Nova practically melts against the wooden rail, her eyes huge, her entire face lit up like she’s witnessing magic for the first time. “They’re so tall,” she whispers, breathless. “Look, look! She’s chewing.” “That’s how eating works,” Nolan deadpans. “You chew,” she fires back. “But you’re not as cute.” “I am cute.” “No, you’re—” “Okay,” I cut in, biting back a laugh. “No arguing in front of the giraffes. They’re judging.”

The covers were made of special Fae material that seemed to sparkle whenever it caught the light. I ignored the obvious stares and the vulgar comments that were thrown at me by the men, most of whom were drunk. This was not a werewolf town, and deep down it was nice to see this much diversity in one place, even if most of the men were pigs. Back in Westerfell, even though it was the capital, it was still mainly a werewolf city. "That’s fourteen gold coins each." The man behind the counter told me. "Fourteen each? That’s crazy, I won’t pay more than seven each!" I stared at the diaries in my hand, I knew he was ripping me off.

Hands were on my arms and wrists, trying to hold me still. “The sharks and jellyfish in these waters aren’t shifters sweetheart,” I heard, making me go limp. My eyes grew wide and I looked back toward the shore where several people and several animals stood. A tiger, a zebra and several wolves. You know, just hanging. Normal. Holy shit, is that a … a giraffe? I closed my eyes and let the man carry me. I didn’t want to look at him or know anything about him. When we finally cleared the water I pushed back against him a bit, trying not to be rude.

The figure leaned on the wall and spit the blood from their mouth, “Ouch…that man really punch me hard. I think I broke my rib again. ” Westside is a beautiful place filled with buildings made out of red bricks and flourishing Mother Nature. This pleasing place was filled with peace but no one knows besides the locals that if one goes far away from Westside Park you will reach an unknown place. A place with a house made out of tins, cans and cardboards, crimes, lies, a place truly filled with the greatest filth, Territory 26.

Mike remarked as his self-assurance dwindled. He rolled his eyes and said, "But since when I started reading books." He went to the antique books and manuscripts corridor after arriving at the library. And began looking for collections of eternal wolves. Yona, meantime, was in the corridor's opposite column. She was researching about werewolves in order to give her novel's readers a glimpse into the true world of werewolves. Yes, I didn't tell you that Yona is a creative fantasy fiction author who works part-time for online novel apps.