Western Fantasy Novels & Stories

Reading the clippings and the sad and gruesome story Naomi wished there was some way she could go back into the state of cluelessness she had arrived. Pulling the rest of the documents out of the box Naomi took them downstairs, luckily at the moment Theon arrived. Looking at the haunted look on Naomi’s face he knew she’d found something. She called Rhys and Lucy up from the basement. Sat in the living room she spread the newspaper articles out on the table. The articles the tale of a Powerful Alpha and Luna, Aurora and Lucian Fellows and their one year old baby daughter, of a pack that covered most of South England in the UK, travelling to a pack in the US, were attacked by a group of witche

"The western territories may have cities with Warden gifts that have not been identified. People who have been staying places they cannot leave. People whose work has an unusual quality of warmth in it. People the pack has been describing as attached to their location in ways they cannot account for." She is quiet. "Anomalous residents," she says. "Yes," I say. "The same way anomalous cities," she says. "Yes," I say. She breathes in. "I will conduct a review," she says. "Of the western territories. Every stationed wolf who filed a report about an unusual person rather than an unusual place." She pauses. "They have been there the whole time." "Yes," I say. "In the reports we filed and did not

Alex The wolf community was under a new threat. At first, when I heard I thought it was a joke, but too many settlements had been sacked for it to be a joke. Rumour had it that a silver spirit wolf had been attacking the settlements in search of another spirit wolf. Instead of moving on to the next settlement when it didn't find what it was looking for, it would attack and kill the pack members.

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

Instead, a very odd thing happened and the three of them moved to give us a way to pass. Taking a deep, calming breath, I walked further into the West territory. Ryker, Dmitry, and Eros were following behind me while the three wolves were on either side of us. Unlike the North or the South, the West looked like it had never been touched by civilization. The houses and buildings looked like they had been there for at least a hundred years and had never been remodeled.

"I can't make sense of it, but I think we don't need to worry about all that. Let's just focus on making Abyss City even stronger first!" Andrew said, "No matter how fast we grow, we still need time. But right now, whether it's the Cathedral or the Ludendorff family, either side can swallow up Abyss City completely. So time isn't on our side. We'll have to create our own advantages. Mr. Hearst, which major city is to the west in the Outlands?" Franz was startled, then answered, "There's nothing but wasteland to the west. While there's no major city, in the far west lies the Werewolf Sacred Mountain ruled by the Dark Clans."

“There is nothing to admit,” I say blandly. “Do you think Bob told anyone about our locations?” “No. He’s an idiot who entered Northwest territory on his own.” “Was.” “Was,” Zane concedes, disturbingly pleased. Were justice is swift and brutal, and the Northwest’s most of all. The pack is known for spending more time in wolf form than others, for being vicious beyond what is necessary to maintain their borders, and for holding grudges. The Northwest has fewer members than the Southwest, but its territory is wider and more remote. Which is why, when I decided that I needed to be alone, it seemed like the best option.

The Veil. She knew it instinctively. The place where lost spirits wandered. Where wolves became shadows. Where the first King bargained with gods older than the moon. Her mark pulsed on her chest. Gold. Blinding. Burning. And the creature stepped in front of her. It wasn’t a man. Wasn’t a wolf. It was something in between—long-limbed, dark-skinned, with eyes like starless wells. Its fingers were too many. Its smile too wide.

"Doesn't seem too bad here, this is only one of four packs that I haven't visited before." Jake sat at the edge of the bed, his hand running through his dark red hair. "It's quite a small pack." He established which was a correct statement. The pack was small and located in a very rural part of Texas. "It is. It's a pack of around 60 wolves, it's the territory that my mother was raised in. My mother had met my father when he visited this pack with Alpha Reed. My mom had left with them, traveling to Blood Walker's territory. Within a year of their relationship, she had found out that she was pregnant with me.