Western Romance Novels & Stories

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

Latent Hilda, Latilda and Hilda de Lat, to name a few. My gaze slid towards the single window in the room. Lights from the watchtowers lining the rear ramparts flashed around, casting the forest surrounding the pack-house in a dark, gloomy shadow-- although I could still see it as clear as day. Courtesy of my wolf's night vision. I was Latent, but not without the better powers and baser urges of a werewolf. At that moment a blade of light sliced in through the tiny window, and fell on a spot in the middle of the cramped room. It looked inviting. Tired of ransacking my closet for clothes I won't find, I went over and sat on it.

Julian’s mouth found mine again, and this time I returned the kiss, clumsy and inexperienced, my movements hesitant but eager. Jace’s lips trailed back to my neck and then lower, his teeth nipping the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. My back arched, a broken moan escaping my lips, only to be swallowed by Julian’s mouth. My wolf purred inside me, overwhelmed with joy at finally uniting with her mates. The heat in my body began to rise, and a deep throb coursed through my pussy. Just then, Jace slid between my legs, his hands settling on the waistband of my worn panties, slowly pulling it off.

Bloodlines of the east. Then she stopped. Tucked between two massive books, almost hidden, was a thick book. Black leather. No title on the spine but it drew her attention. The cover was stamped in silver foil: a wolf wreathed in flame, a crown floating above its head. Underneath, In faded script: The west kingdom:a place of fire, control and purity. Hazel's breath caught. The mark on her wrist warmed. She opened the cover And a feeling overwhelmed her like a Warmth.

She’d rather die— Pain burned her scalp as her long hair was jerked hard enough to pull her upward. She blinked the water out of her eyes and suddenly found that she could breathe again. Ysalane was there, shaking her, speaking loudly words that Marissa couldn’t seem to understand, but it was all right. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. All Marissa wanted to do was float, so she closed her eyes and dreamed... The wolf. Ramos. The wolf. Ramos. She was with one, then the other, upon a misty cloud beneath the stars and the moon. With the wolf she ran free. With Ramos she tentatively touched what she’d never before desired—a man.

Romello's POV My master had given me the task of finding everything about that girl, Karica. Hacking the site was a hassle and I couldn't just contact our informant in the Warbringer Pack. I didn't want the person to be exposed for snooping around too much. There was a bigger game at play and we needed to win. Vampires avoided other supernatural creatures, they preferred seclusion, cold and dark. Western Continent was known for its long nights and cold weather. It was located in such a place that it experienced lengthy nights which stretched to months.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]