Westerns Novels & Stories

Somewhere far from the House of the Wolves, past the continent and to a foreign land, stood a tall man surrounded by curious women, all speaking a foreign language. Clad in his traveler coat and boots, he reached the hidden society of the witches. Just like his pack, the witches’ coven is hidden and protected by the rainforest, where vicious hurricanes and storms brew and keep outsiders—like him—away.

The journey to the western mountains took five days through terrain that grew steadily more rugged and wild. The recovering lands gave way to ancient forests of towering redwood and pine, their trunks so wide that a full pack could shelter in their hollows. Streams ran fast and cold, fed by snowmelt from the distant peaks, and the air carried the clean, sharp scent of high altitudes. Lira traveled with a small company: Aria and two of her seers, Kael and four Ironmaw fighters, Thane and Vestra, and a young western scout named Sorrel who had volunteered to guide them through the mountain passes.

"What? How did you locate it? Care to explain Ash?" "As you can see, I said that something was off with the coordinates the Black Clan gave us. And you're right, the Black Clan already gave us the longitude. Its 90 degrees. And by creating and following the coordinate plane, at first glance, we managed to locate North and South Dakota. But, we only located these places based on our coordinate plane Alexander. If you try to locate the longitude of North or South Dakota on the map itself, it is somewhere less than 105 degrees west longitude." Ash then pointed to the faint blue vertical lines he'd been staring at a while ago and traced the line until he reach the top corner of the map. The vert

Wayne bounced back to the land of the living and coughed several times. "What town Wayne?!" Dodge desperately yelled, gaining the attention of both horses behind him, and Wayne gasped from shock as he stood up. "Town? What town?" "Monty's town! Where the hell is that town?!" "Um uh," Wayne gripped at his still transparent thoughts before gaining the information he needed. "A small town names Dextmer, about a four hour ride west." Dodge nodded and looked towards Mateo, both noticing how the hope shined in their eyes, and the Reaper nodded to the kid.

Darla sidles up to Alcina, brows raised and an awful grin on her features. “In the middle of a war and the two of you seem to be enjoying the loveliest of honeymoon phases-” “Darla!” Alcina hisses, embarrassed. Percy snorts into his fist. Alcina’s cheeks glow red. * * * * * * * * * * * They reach the Western Plains by nightfall. They drive a path straight through the forests, unsuitable for carriages and large retinues, but perfect for a slim group on horseback.

He almost feels pity for his little dove, when she will come to know the boy she is saving her virginity for and rejecting his love for is everyday fuc* ing a she wolf of low ranks. But again, it was important. She has to forget him, and only remember one name. And that's his. Thaneos, her King. " The redmoon pack again launch an attack Sir" "Our Eastern borders. 1590 wolves. Time of attack. 19:00 hours. Today." Than just sighs. Not at all concerned. Calling onto one of his men. " Take care of it. Get the wolves ready." " Yes Sir" Getting up Than was going to leave for a run. Eager to let his wolf out freely. When the speaker stops him.

The temperature had barely hit the upper forties today and, with dusk an hour off, it promised to drop. A chill laced the breeze and the scent of snow clung to it. Nate had grown up in the Midwest where all he had to do was blink and the weather shifted, but Wyoming was a whole different level of bipolar.

--- Colt sighed tiredly as the gates of the holding facility came into view. The trek from the blue mountain pack back to base had been made excruciatingly long by the dissent by the men in the back of the lorry ever since they had left. Neither he nor the other agents riding with him had paid them much attention. It wasn’t the first time they had endured the kind of crap prisoners tried on to either make life difficult or to try and cause trouble. Then there was the fact Colt nearly thought they weren’t going to make it out of Wyoming. The truck had struggled to gather any speed initially and it had felt like someone, or something, had been holding the truck back.

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

The wind whistled through the jagged pines like a low, mournful flute, carrying with it the scent of wet fur and iron. Three wolves crouched in the dense undergrowth of the western ridge, their forms nearly invisible against the grey shale and rotting moss. These weren't the sleek, well-fed guardians of Alex’s pack. These were North Scouts—leathery, scarred, and driven by a hunger that went beyond the stomach.