Novel & Cerita Western Fantasy

When he finally drew away, wiping his own eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, I asked “did you really mean what you said? About magic being real? Because I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that information.” “Neither do I to be honest” he replied gravely, shaking his head. “Perhaps no one does; but I’ve heard tales of a group that lives far on the west side of this continent. I believe they call themselves witches, the Witches of… something or another. It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.” “You’ve been outside?!” I exclaimed. “Outside of the Estate? And you’ve traveled?? What was it like!! How far does it the continent reach, and long ago did you– “

Dallas was more than enough for him, and he didn’t have to prove his worth. As Dallas disappeared from his line of sight, Ford shifted back into his wolf. Ford didn’t linger for long, heading straight towards the Western border of their territory. It was almost ridiculous for Dallas to think that he would have been able to go around their perimeter all on his own. Ford had never really been able to explore the entirety of the pack’s previous territory, but he knew for a fact that this one was much bigger. They had stricken gold in their misery, after all. Life up North was a little harder and a little colder, but the pros outweigh the cons in the long term.

I muttered, pulling away to look out the porthole. Outside the Great Western Woods loomed. These trees were huge and ancient. Their roots were thick like dragon scales weaving through the mud. The air here was heavy with the smell of soil damp moss and a strange vibrating hum. Helios and the Sea-Singer had already gone ahead. As Celestials they couldn't stay on a mortal ship. They moved through the ley lines two pillars of gold and sapphire light tracing the tremors that had begun to split the Western continent. The Western Province was ruled by the Stone-Fist Pack. They were an isolated clan of mountain-dwellers. They didn't use skiffs or magic; they used muscle and heavy iron mined from th

Sure, it annoyed some of the other pedestrians, but out here, there wasn’t a car in sight. Fairfax was one of those small towns, with a really small town but a huge zip code. Houses were scattered all over the place, making my closest neighbor the old man living two miles down the road. Surrounded by mountains and forest, it sometimes reminded me a little of the town in the Twilight movie. Or you know--- just any horror movie! I almost grinned at that, since that used to be Grace’s go-to line. She had a thing for horror-flicks, but was terrified after watching them…

"It's a beautiful order, but it's lethal. It's from Redberg, right? Amid the Cold mountain ranges, a place of death, great famine, plague, and war existed. Yet, witches are revered by the locals as sacred beings because of their cold mystical properties and long history of magical enchantment, yet they hate them. Yes?" "Yes, milady, you're aware of that!" Darwin was ecstatic, and he let out an exclamation. Her mouth was curled into a grin as she cast him a sidelong glance. He was instantly intimidated and humiliated, averting his gaze and feeling a little hot under the collar. 'What a dunderhead' he thought to himself. She chuckled softly as if reading his mind and drew her chin up a few fee

The armies kept trying and when they were not able to make a scratch at the two beasts, they decided to retreat, but they could not as Iron was already alive, and he was standing by the road, where stood as the only road they were supposed to pass, he stood and forceful pulled out the last arrow by his chest, and just as said by the priest, the arrow wounded his heart, and that turned around and made him love violent always. He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and j

"Vampire!" Jaxon let loose a whimper as well, stepping beside me and looking around, panic still etching his features. I swallowed back the realization that I hated seeing that look on him. A part of me screamed that Jaxon was also my mate. But that wasn't possible. Werewolves didn't mate like this. It wasn't normal. I shook my head at the errant thoughts before returning to the present issue: A vampire had Danika...and I needed to get her back.

Her eyes traveled over to Azreal and saw that he looked like he could barely hold it together. She laced her fingers his and she felt him relaxed almost instantly. She knew that he was going to need her. Her eyes turned to the chief of the police. Just in time to hear him say, “The Federal Bueral of Infestestigetion has declared, Spokane, Washington as war zone.” Ava gaped at him. In all the years that she had read about the Inland Northwest. There was never an emergency like this. Not even World World Two had come close. “Sir?!”

The motel looked like it hadn't been updated since sometime in the 80's. Click. Static. Click. Static. Click. The screen flickered to life with a high pitched whine, the picture rolling twice before stabilizing into a grainy, Technicolor desert. Men in oversized cowboy hats were riding horses across a dusty canyon, guns drawn. Their mouths moving out of sync with the audio. An old western. Perfect. It was just noise. It wasn't the news, it wasn't reality. It was just mindless, rhythmic noise to drown out the silence of the room and Pad-Pad of the paws she imagined she could still hear on the concrete outside.