Westerns Novels & Stories

Film images of bloodthirsty animals with huge fangs and claws, tearing people apart, came to mind. “Just don’t faint, mistress,” the guy said worriedly, observing her shocked look. - I think you will be against me touching you. And it is unknown how long you remain unconscious. And I’m not eager to touch you. He pointed his hand at her, and his tone was serious, without a hint of amusement. The thought of being touched by a werewolf made her dizzy. Anika took a deep breath, trying to keep her sanity and calm her anxiety. But this guy didn't look like the bloodthirsty beast from the movies. Quite a cute dog, or rather a wolf, with silky fur. The ideas about werewolves did not add up to the ex

she repeated to herself, feeling determined. **** Trent's car pulled into the driveway of his grand mansion, and he hopped out of the vehicle with an air of authority. As he threw his keys to one of the men rushing to greet him. As Trent entered the house, he was immediately greeted by the incessant crying of a baby. The cry was loud and shrill, filling the entire house with its piercing sound. It was clear that the baby had been crying for a while, and the sound was enough to make anyone's heart ache.

But his shaking voice failed him, “I– I don’t th– think that’s how you sho– should speak to m– me.” Remus scoffed and that seemed to have embarrassed Winfred more, “If I abolish The Order, you’re finished!” He said, screaming again. “Go on. Do it.” Remus challenged. “End your race’s agreement with the Wolves. See if we care.” The Betas started laughing at this which added to Winfred’s increasing shame. He wanted to show his power, but it seemed like power was being shown to him. “Watch how you talk to me, you disrespectful dogs!” He screeched.

*Isabella* The creak of the wagon wheels’ monotonous lullaby starkly contrasts with the chaotic howls and traditional camp songs that still echo in my ears. Last night, several of the packs travelin’ west got together on the outskirts of St. Louie for a final farewell. Chet and I communicated through the mind-link and stolen glances across the campfire, surrounded by both our families and friends. The wild west feels so close and yet still so far away as we travel northwest through corn and wheat fields today.

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

j " Beta what the hell was that attack from. There hasn't a attacks in 4 years." " Yes Alpha. I have connected the Delta so far there has been attacks that have spread from Texas toward the pack. So far we haven't found anything that could connect Rose to it all." replied T.j

Hoping he would trust us enough. If he didn’t leave the briefcase, I wasn’t worried. “I’ll leave half and a gentlemen's shake.” The beta called Al sticks his hand out. “After all, these are the laws of our lands, this is the werewolf way. The Raven Knights pack don’t get to choose what laws they can follow and which they can ignore.”

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?!”

I already knew this was not going to be easy. As I was driving, I realized that I was heading west. Ironically, I used to dream about moving west to areas like Colorado, Wyoming, or Montana. Most people would opt for California. I however, wanted a place where I knew could provide a huge landscape of open ranges for my wolf to run after I made the shift and met her on my birthday. I also need areas that would be isolated.

Then he said, “We’re almost finished conquering the eastern zone. Any plans with the southern and western states?” I turned my gaze to the south and west sides of the map. We called them the Meridionalis and Occidentalis. On the map, Meridionalis was mostly the color of sand and mud, as it consisted of the vast lands of deserts. There were no permanent packs there, and it only served as the wolves’ route toward the other pack. On the other hand, the Occidentalis were also abundant in wild and dark forests. But unlike our region, they have more rocky mountain ranges, which served as a frontier and protection against their enemies.