Western Stories Novels & Stories

LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

The two of them naked and cuddled together, their bodies close and warm while the cool night air stirred their hair around their faces, and the distant howl of the coyotes made music to the moon. Stop it, Emma Louise, she mentally told herself in her mother's voice. That was the last thing she needed, to start thinking about the cowboy. But how could she not, with him right there in front of her? She had to get her mind off him. Carefully, not wanting to wake Mrs. Avery, she rummaged in her valise for the copy of Harper's Bazaar she'd brought. She knew that frontier women coveted the eastern periodicals, which were sometimes their only way of keeping up on current fashions. That was why so m

Chapter 39: The Western Friction The grand strategic maps of the petrified cedar war table had expanded once more, moving past the smoldering naval ports of the East and the frozen, severed mountain valleys of the Northern Territory. Beta Vance had spent the hours before dawn cleaning away the dark iron markers of the Eastern pureblood dynasties, replacing them with a complex grid of emerald-green obsidian tokens representing the dense, fortified valley-states of the Western Alliances. The Western faction was an entirely different structure from the rest of the continent; they were not ruled by single tyrants or ancient bloodline councils, but by a militaristic federation of twelve high-rank

Each moment of Star's adventure through these diverse landscapes etched itself into her memory, awakening a deep appreciation for the untamed beauty of the American West. As we crossed rivers and traversed dense forests, the camaraderie among our group only grew stronger, bonds forged through shared hardships and a common goal. Encouraging words and shared stories carried us through the long days and nights, a reminder that we were not alone on this arduous journey. The skies above us stretched endlessly, the sun beating down upon us as we made our way across the open plains of the Midwest. Dusty trails and winding roads led us ever closer to our destination, the distant promise of South Dak

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.

Jason might be a vampire, ancient and powerful, but in this moment, I had him exactly where I wanted him. “We’re still in the shifters’ territory in Nevada,” he explained. “Since they’ve blocked every road, we’ll have to go on foot across their border to Utah, and then we’ll head north to Idaho.” Utah and Idaho were human territories. Big chasms of thousands of miles separated the western states from their eastern neighbors, like Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana. The states on the east side of the chasms were still run by the Federal, though a few states had declared their independence, and many more were going to join them. The Federal had never been so weak since the American Independence Da

They were people of the horse, not of the town; in tha they were more like the Comanches than Call would ever have admitted. They had been in Lonesome Dove nearly te years, and yet what little property they had acquired was so worthless that neither of them would have felt bad abou just saddling up and riding off from it Indeed, it seemed to Augustus that that was what both of them had always expected would happen. They were not of th settled fraternity, he and Call. From time to time they talked of going west of the Pecos, perhaps rangering out there; bu

“If you can’t live with being the bad guy today so these wolves can live tomorrow, step aside right now. No shame. Just step out.” No one moved. “Alright,” I nodded. “Move out.” The teams broke apart and headed for their settlements. I watched them go, trying to ignore the heavy twist in my stomach. This is necessary, I told myself. It still tasted like ash. By mid-morning the first report came in. Western settlement was resisted. Not with fists yet, but with locked doors and stubborn silence. Families barricading themselves inside, refusing to pack, refusing to leave. Exactly what I expected.

He had to admit this place wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He let his gaze wander around the shop, taking in things he hadn't really noticed yesterday. The artwork on the walls, for instance. Yesterday, they had been blurs of color. Today, he realized they were great examples of contemporary Western art. The style was very distinctive and arresting. Someone had lovingly painted a magnificent stallion, a small herd of horses galloping across a pasture, a tired cowboy at the end of a long day, and other similar scenes. Whoever this was might have come from Montana like he had, because the essence of the cowboy had been captured perfectly.

They trusted me, and I would not fail them. Our journey to the western district had been nothing to write home about. It took us three days of traveling. Barely stopping to rest or eat. We crossed deep valleys and mountains filled with strange animals that we of the eastern part have not seen before. Ellorin as a whole is a massive continent made up of two parts, the West and the East. The two of them are separated by a large forest that is known as the Great Forest. That is home to the rogues. We reached the western district in exactly three days and finally set camp in preparation for the attack. The west was ruled by only one leader. The one who called himself the master. So it is easy to