Westerns Novels & Stories

From the west. Silas's voice: "Western passes. Deep western mountain approaches." A pause that had the quality of Silas confirming something before he said it. "It's not the Iron-Thorn. The frequency pattern is different — lighter, faster, individual signatures rather than formation density." Another pause. "I count several hundred individual wolves moving at speed." "The remaining Western Plains vanguards," Garrett said. "Has to be," Xander said. "They're breaking formation march." "They're running," Silas said. "The pattern is consistent with full-velocity overland movement. They dropped the march formation." He paused. "They're racing."

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

She doesn't understand anything anymore, her mind has been so confused lately She heard the sound of movement in front of her to let go of her hair and stare silently at the wolf standing in front of her and his looks were sad while his companion was in pain I slowly walked up to him to sit in front of him and hugged him, bursting into tears afterwards And she didn't see March's very sad looks, as his eyes turned gray 'the color of sadness for wolves' " I want my father, my mother, and all that I lost because of your herd. " His soul was also completely drowned out with sadness and disappointment because he couldn't help it “ I know you two are not to blame for everything that happened, but

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Jarek’s voice crackled through Kael’s comms device, sharp with adrenaline: “Movement on the western pass. They’re coming.” Kael’s heart thundered in his chest. “Hold your positions. Wait for my mark.” From the western edge of the ridge, dark shapes emerged through the morning haze. The Crimson Fang’s warband appeared like shadows cast in steel and blood. Their leader, a towering Alpha with jagged scars crisscrossing his face, rode at the front atop a massive wolf, his eyes blazing with cruelty. His pack’s banners—a tattered red fang against black—fluttered menacingly in the wind.

The Wild West was just as Aimee remembered it. Set on the beautiful shores of Priest Lake, the single style bungalow was nestled snugly against a backdrop of Douglas Firs. Many a childhood Summer had been spent with Tatiana at The Tamrak eating huckleberry rolls while their Dad went trout fishing on the lake, and for a moment, her toast felt tight with emotion. Now the cabin was hers. As they turned off their motorcycles and removed their helmets, the front door swung open, and five shirtless males, clad only in board shorts, came scuttling down the pathway.

I looked at the east and west side of the forest and come up with an idea. “You go east, I’ll go west.” Rendall nodded with what I said so we split up, still holding our weapons and sharpening our senses for an attack. I saw some blood on the ground which I followed until I reached another pond, I saw nothing so I turned my back not until I heard a growl not too far from where I am standing. I immediately duck and hide behind the tall grasses beside the pond. I saw a werewolf trying to wash its wound using the water from the pond, I immediately grabbed my spear but my eyes widened at what I saw.

Ryder’s POV The Red rock pack alpha was found dead a few minutes ago with the same note as all the others. The wound on his neck was targeted at the same spot to make their point and again, there was the same note. …justice or nothing. The western wolves which comprises of an aggregate of twenty four packs seem to be their major target. In the eastern regions, only one pack has been affected but the other twelve deaths have been within the western regions. Right now, news just got to me that the other packs within the western region are scared to death and they request more protection and stronger warriors to help guard their territories and leaders.

"And finally, the wait is over. I'm proud to call this lady next to me, Mitzy Damon, as my love, my mate, our Luna." And people started howling and they started to shift into their wolf forms. And then they run into the woods still howling. That's how werewolves celebrate very important moments and probably after a while they will run back here again to enjoy the food here and actually party just like humans usually do. "You're not going to run with them?" I asked Eaton. He shakes his head and smiles, but I know he wants to join the whole pack. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

Alex The wolf community was under a new threat. At first, when I heard I thought it was a joke, but too many settlements had been sacked for it to be a joke. Rumour had it that a silver spirit wolf had been attacking the settlements in search of another spirit wolf. Instead of moving on to the next settlement when it didn't find what it was looking for, it would attack and kill the pack members.