West With Giraffes: A Novel Novels & Stories

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

➳ Trigger/Content warning list 🐾 Sex Excessive or gratuitous violence Death or dying Blood ➳ Teaser 🐾 “When I mustered the courage to reveal myself, he kept staring at me. I suppose he had never heard of my species either, and I must've looked very strange to him. But when our eyes met, I felt something I had never felt before in my life. I was drawn to him in a way that I hadn’t sensed with any other male in all my years. It was mystical, like I could stare directly into the soul of this man and I recognized him as part of myself.” Excerpt from “Running with wolves.” ➳ Author’s note 🐾 Hi lovelies! Thank you for reading my Novel. I love to hear from you! Comment and share your thoughts. I

3222 asks. I nod, “West. Then we can go north if that brings us nothing, but the Z said this was another pack’s territory and since they like to feast and kill, I bet we find them here.” 3111 gags behind me and I hear her sigh hard, “What’s wrong?” “How can they put those things into the world? How is this okay?” she asks.

Well, she had to pass her time in some way! The library that was not just books about human race, but it also contains volumes and volumes about wolves. It had all the information about werewolves history, about wolves living ways, about their world, lifestyle and their mating process and everything. Now all alone and with no where to go, Kira spent all of her time in the library. Though she could walk now without feeling stabs of pain down her spine, she had no intentions of running away because she worried about the life of the man who was supposed to be guarding her. And even if she did decide to run away, where would she go, the entire city of Hermanus belonged to Dimitri … no – no… no –

The entire truth. North, West, East, South, nowhere felt like home. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Right now, I’m so happy. I wrote this chapter at a go because of you guys. I’m also planning my other books too:) Wish me luck, if you can. Please check my other werewolf books— A Baby for the Beast and The Beast's Christmas Slave. Anyway, leave a five-star review and comment your thoughts and suggestions, lovelies!!!

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."

He turned around and tilted his head. "Thank You." Her smile was small but filled with gratitude. "You're welcome and you can call me Azraiel." He watched her nod her head and left the medical wing with the brightest smile on his face. Alone in the room, Charlotte moved on the bed a little to lift the books he had left. She put them on the unoccupied space on the bed and lifted the first one to read the title. A small smile crept on her face as she read the title. "Basics of the Werewolf World" was a fifty-page introduction book for children at the Orchid Primary School at the Blue Orchid Pack. She leaned back and started reading about the new world she was going to be in for the rest of her

“And we will show them that a Weaver has no borders.” ​The East has fallen, and the West has revealed its true colors. The fragile alliance is shattered, and Winnie and Cassian must now defend the ruins of one empire while protecting the future of their own.

One Week Later I have been contacting everyone I know to try to find a job. I do not want to cash the check Cole left for me. I may have to soon though. I sigh in frustration as I sit on a park bench. “Hey I know you,” someone says. I look up and staring down at me is a gorgeous man. I am not even interested though. What has Cole done to my mind? “I don’t think so,” I tell him flatly. “Yes I do you are Cole’s witch,” he says. “How do you know? Oh wait you’re a wolf aren’t you?” I ask. “Yes I am Alpha Joseph Ayers of the Night Moon

“Don’t see at me like that, ittybit. It might not be him, but I think it’s worth checking out.” “Where are they?” “Just over the border of Oklahoma. In Colorado.” Bitsy pushed a forkful of flapjacks into her mouth, gesturing as she chewed. She gulped and took a drink of coconut water. “That makes idealize sense.” “Why is that?” “It’s where your wolves found us.” Keegan ceased with his fork midway to his mouth and contracted his eyes. “That can’t be right.” “Well, it is.” He put down the flatware and sat back in his chair. “No. That ain’t right, ittybit. My wolves wouldn’t cross the border without my permission.”