Western Fantasy Novels & Stories

The next morning, Freya arrives with troubling news. "My queen, wolves are reporting strange occurrences. Wolves who see glimpses of futures that have not happened. Wolves who remember events that never occurred. The world is becoming unstable." "Where is it happening?" "Everywhere. But the epicenter seems to be the Eastern Wastes. The place where the Void was strongest." I rise from my throne. "We go to the Eastern Wastes." The journey takes three days. The Eastern Wastes are even more desolate than before. The ground is cracked, the sky perpetually grey. But there is something new. A shimmer in the air, like heat haze, but cold.

Loki, Caius, and Stryxx were 3 quarters away from the border between the Rogue's territory to the Old Ones. Chad had reminded them that time passes differently in the Old Lands due to a ever potent spell place by those who came before Anatashi and her motley pack of misfits. "Do you believe this mole is as loyal to Chad as he says?" Stryxx, always, the thunder cloud over everyone's heads. "I believe in Dove and his capabilities to sell just about any plan to even the smartest wolves. I guess he's really Chad's,vrother." Loki mentioned.

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

The wind carried whispers of the past, sweeping across the barren plains as Vesper continued to walk into the remnants of Adobe Walls, Texas. The town wasn’t much—a ghost of its former self—but its echoes held stories she needed to remember. It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her.

They had a peculiar scent there, both from the cypress and sandalwood tree species there, very peculiar types, but also because their wolves are something different altogether from us. He has traces of that, but not completely. You might be looking at a descendant native to that area, though probably mixed by now since I imagine the rogues would have taken their women. Mixed! Beth stared. What kind of werewolves are they if they're not similar to us? Mysteries Mal never solved, nor I. But that's all the help I might be able to give you. I need to go and lie down, but find me if you need more information about the western region.

Why is he so unconcerned with my Omega status? None of that matters, though, because my first priority is getting somewhere safe. Now that we’re in Mexico, I feel like I can breathe a little easier. Wolf shifter packs typically respect national borders, and since I’m in a different country, it’s much less likely that the Flagstaff pack will be coming after me. Not to mention the fact that Mexico is absolutely gorgeous. Nash says that we’re in an area called Baja, which appears to be made up of adorable beach towns and crystal blue shorelines.

the mainlanders called it, not wanting to acknowledge what it really was. Before Vukasin, werewolves ran rampant seven nights each month, through the streets, the countryside, and the forests of every nation on the planet. Eurasia and North America had their grey werewolves—dominant on Vukasin now. Australia had weredingos. The colder climates had Arctic werewolves, rare and beautiful, like my lost Bianca with her snowy fur. Eastern Africa had golden werejackals. the African plains had Serengeti werewolves. The forests of Canada and parts of the northern U.S. were home to timber werewolves, and the southwestern U.S. was, in those days, infested with werecoyotes.