Western Gunslinger Novels & Stories

Shit kickers that had seen way better days and never smiling. They were the kind of bikers that put fear in every man, woman, and child when they rode through a town one hundred strong. They kinda remind me of the gunslingers of the old West. Only these days, old man Mallory was a lot more refined. He wore silk suits and loafers and shit.

Peterson. As he descended the stairs, a tall, well-dressed man waited at the bottom for him to pass. He was dressed, carried himself, and had the dangerous feel of a dandy gunslinger. In Aiden’s experience, they were the worst kind. They weren’t like the gunslingers of the west who showed their intentions to you right away. Dandy gunslingers wore a facade of polite society and proper etiquette to lure their victims into a state of complacency before taking them by surprise. They were generally fast with a gun, but not the best; which was why they used trickery first and gun slinging second. He had neither the time nor the desire to cross paths with this man, so he tipped his finger to his

However, the strange sensation caused by the impact of the two different types of weapons made Rio's arm hurt from time to time. In the third minute Rio struggled to swing his ax again. There were too many opponents to face. His ax stopped in midair when he suddenly jerked forward. Red blood gushed out from his mouth. He stared down stiffly. The last thing Rio saw in his life was the tip of creese piercing his chest. The creese was then pulled by force and Rio fell to his knees. The hole the weapon had left in Rio's back hissed as if it had just caught fire. Without waiting for anything else, the gang then looked for something in the body of the dead Rio. When finished, one of them shook his

Trent's confusion turned to anger as he realized that a complete stranger was sleeping in his bed with his daughter. He staggered further towards the bed and scowled, "Who the hell are you?" he slurred, his words thick and angry.

Sam said, “Dr Mitchell. He is driving the shotgun. The veteran touched the handgun holstered at his hip. He looked the part of a grizzled old gunslinger by donning a leather vest, denims, cowboy boots, and a weathered Stetson; all he was missing were chaps and a horse, yet the distinct scent of a horse clung to him. He gave a friendly hat-tip.

Alpha Wyatt I will always protect my little mate, she’s mine and mine only—as I am hers. My wolf keeps pushing through wanting to stay in wolf form just to be in our strongest form to defend our future Luna, Remi. I wouldn’t let harm come her way if I have anything to do with it, I do have my reputation for a reason. Before Remi came around, I was ruthless, I was known for my brutal force and strength. I was always good to my pack, but if any threat came our way or we had to advance on surrounding rabid rogues, I took immediate action, ending the threat without blinking an eye. I’m glad that my Alpha buddies are coming for the Luna Ceremony as I need some guy time to think about Remi’s dream

She was to work hand in hand with Robert Carter and Delta Ashton Whitespear. Abel Wey was too excited about the fight that he made me a bit worried. The fact that he could not die was a plus on our side, but the fact that he had no motivation was a problem. What if he decided to switch sides last minute? He had no allegiances to anyone, nor did he have any affiliation. He was just coming to fight for the thrill. Such people couldn't be trusted. We all knew what Dinah and Abel had done seventy years ago. We knew the kind of people they were. It would be dangerous to trust them completely.

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

“Get word to the Western front. Tell them to fortify, now, if this is a distraction, we’re already a step behind. The young wolf nodded and vanished into the fray. Richard looked back at the battlefield, breath fogging the frozen air. The night wasn’t over, but now, he knew the truth. This wasn’t a war tactic. It was an assassination attempt. *** By dawn, the scent of blood had already begun to taint the winds in the West. Unlike the North, where snowfall softened the horror, the western skies were cloudless and cruel, painted with fire. The attack came, not as a siege, but as culling. The settlements along the edge of the western valley were the first to fall. Half-bloods emerged from the p

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”