Western Fantasy Novels & Stories

He pointed with his cigar to the red rock walls outside the window. "Used to be a drug route for the Sinaloa Cartel. I took some guys and wiped them out. A lot of people are buried under there… Further west, after the rainy season next month, herds of wild horses will run through." He talked a lot, but it wasn't annoying. Unlike Damian, whose every word was a move on a chessboard, every syllable hiding a calculation or a trap. Jasper was just sharing. Nakedly, unreservedly showing me this cruel yet fascinating desert, showing me his territory.

Rendall marched until he reached his room and closed it. Since Rendall’s still taking a bath, I decided to go out and look at the lake. Every morning, fogs come out and the lake looks mysterious with the fog on top of it. Today, the sun is covered by dull clouds and it can’t seem to find a way to make the world blind by its beam. I was suddenly reminded of the day I first killed a werewolf. The atmosphere is the same and fogs are also everywhere. During that time, all I had in mind is to hunt and kill, bring fear and hear them plead. After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me.

I gave him a questioning look and he spoke," wolf blood in large quantities is like poison for vampires. Doing something like that is suicide." I winced at the thought. Nothing had ever prepared me for exactly how horrid things dealing with fights could be. They always spoke, but most had never experienced it. Harvest Moon was known for being peaceful, and having had very few battles during it's history. Other than wiping out and enslaving my species apparently. "She's hungry," Julian spoke up, breaking me from my thoughts. He gave my hip a small squeeze and I squirmed. "Have you eaten yet?" Gerwulf laughed," are you trying to be nice and ask me to have dinner with you?"

And if it is, are we in danger by them? I gawked at the paper. My lips twitched when reading over Darby's death again. But they had caught him. My heart sank and I dropped the paper back to the table. I stared out the window as if the news was indifferent to me. "The wolves in this area," Frank said next to me in his abused recliner. "They are one of kind, aren't they. A whole pack of them is quite intimidating when you're alone in the woods." A small gasp left my lips as I whirled toward him.

Mountainside Village was, in every sense, a hidden gem nestled deep in the rugged heart of Arizona, where towering trees stretched endlessly into the sky. The presence of a preserved national forest nearby was nothing short of a blessing, offering a silent refuge for my wolf, Era, to roam and unwind. Here, the weather was outstanding; the air carried an intoxicating warmth, a perpetual embrace of the sun that allowed me the luxury of wearing light athletic gear without the burden of suffocating layers. My werewolf metabolism hummed contentedly, always favoring less restriction.

Ember moon pack is a fast growing community/county of werewolves only hidden in the outskirts and mountains of Montana, U.S.A. It's strictly closed to humans and non-wolves. Although we're hidden from the outside world, that doesn't mean the outside world is hidden from us, we've got electricity and nice cars but phones were banned. The previous alpha marked it as distracting and unnecessary since we're not to contact non wolves.

Blakely We were swarmed by wolves, all eager to speak to us and welcome their Goddess back into the fold. Their eyes swam with hope and awe as they watched Katya lead us through the cavern. They steered clear of Shax’s massive form, but I couldn’t blame them. The God of Fear was rather fearsome. As we ventured further, past makeshift tents and rickety cots, I realized not everyone here was a wolf. There were other species of immortal, many of which I’d seen back in the city of a Thousand Faces.

And delicious. Maybe it was deliciously delirious. Sasha was still whispering to herself when she realized she was no longer in the barn. She blinked, drinking in the details of her surroundings: the glass ceiling, the lavish bed, and the roaring fireplace. Indeed, Fire Moon Pack may be the Pack of Flames but they were situated near the Verdean Forest, the very heart of coldness in all of Westfall. That’s why their pack is cold too, even when winter is now leaving. Perhaps the chilling secrets of the mysterious forest has stretched itself as far as their packlands, dropping the temperature into a cold that can make anyone immensely shiver.

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control

His gaze was fixed on the one who opened her withered eyes, staring at him unconsciously But Who said it's the end of them? Suddenly.. Something unfamiliar came out to these savages Is it something? He is the worst and biggest of them all, he is the legendary being that they were only reading about!! They quickly backed away, their faces full of panic, as Zayn sensed a great stray behind him He turned to widen his pupils as he looked at the standing Ardina wolf, looking at them with confidence in his majesty and hugeness and those bloody eyes.