Wild West Murim Novels & Stories

“True. I will take that idea back to my lab. Since you are the pack already collecting data on hunters east of the Mississippi River, I’d like you to work with a colleague of mine as a contact.” “You are working with other packs?” “Yes. One is in upstate New York, and the other is in the Midwest.” “If you trust this colleague, we do too, Doc,” Cyrus claimed. “Thank you. Her name is Mirium Baker. She is an accomplished witch and has also agreed to mentor Esmerelda.” The stress of too many people making decisions about my life began to vex me. I had been on my own for a long time. The men continued to discuss my life as if I weren’t even here, making me angrier.

She drives down on her quarry at a hundred miles an hour and strikes with her foot closed like a fist, killing it stone dead 'Let’s follow her. The dash across the moor in pursuit was mindblowing, hounds and horses going full tilt. Once Leila struck she had to be coaxed away from the kill, and Mallory did this on foot, whirling a long rope with feathers tied to it round and round above his head while whistling her special call.

I mumbled I was hoping for a reply from my wolf, Silver, but remembered she's in my body and I'm stuck in Xavier's. You know what, I'll just sleep off this one. I yawned, shifting until it hit me. "Crap-" I totally forgot about this. I gotta pee.

Perfect for an initial offering to pique the interest of the beast. He drew his dagger and prepared himself for the chase. --- Chimalma stared curiously at Lloyd, or at the amulet, he couldn't work out which, the flames of the fire made the dark eyes shimmer and clouded the reflection of whatever fascinated them. "The beast that hunts must be set back to the darkness it came from," the male stated calmly, although his voice was brittle. "You must open the gates of the underworld and send it forth. Only the one who called it can find that key."

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Erick says. Erick and I leave the cabin. We stop by the main cabin to say goodbye to Gypsy and Wan. Erick parks the truck, but before we get out, Wan runs out to meet us. “Mom left about an hour ago,” Wan says. Wan looks me over. “You are the one, the imperial wolf like me,” Wan says. “I do not know what I am,” I answer. “I can tell what you are; I can help you if you want,” Wan says.

Doctors have tried to heal the victims the fevers they got from crashed aircraft, but have failed, the only solution Left was for them to go back to the mysterious that called himself Eledumare, no one could go down the dust and ashes, and these victims were not sane enough to know their ways back to the man who had caused them the havoc, since the discovery of that place, many aircrafts had been fallen in it and only the one that had flew the victims ever made it, and it was only the Mega eyes in Corn city met with the mysterious man, General Peril was invited along the rest presidents to sit over sending miners to the dust just to see if there were survivals from all the crashed aircraft

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.

I look up from my food, and see a young man, with blue eyes smiling at me. "Hi." I say, glancing round the resturant, then back at him. "I am Liam," He says, and I nod, hoping he leaves me alone. "I am a werewolf, not for long though." He says, and I choke, coughing violently, and he has the nerve to offer me a glass of water. "You are the Aurora, I expected more, not some weakling, eating her feelings, alone, in a resturant." He smirks, and my insides go numb

She had been yelling at him like that for the last 6 months since she knew she had sold the ranch and the land around it to the Muriel family. Of course as soon as Valeria knew the business her son had done with an important person and when she saw the amount of money they were paying for that place, she wanted to know who the heck they were, so she found out it was Alice Muriel. She had an incredible story with that family because as far as she knew the name of the woman of the man whom she had destroyed was that one: Alice Muriel, and now she had bought the ranch. Valeria had been mad as hell for the last 6 months. There was nothing her son could do well. That was the reason why she said Z