Wild West Stories Novels & Stories

"You know, there's been weird stuff going on in Willow Creek." Tess turned to him, her interest piqued. "What kind of stuff?" Ethan leaned in. "People saying they've seen things in the woods. Shadows moving on their own. Some folks are saying it's the old legends coming back."Tess felt a shiver run down her spine. "Legends?" Ethan nodded. "About werewolves. People say they roam these woods at night."Tess's mind flashed to Liam, to the way he made her feel. Could it be?

"Maybe I just wanted whiskey." "You hate whiskey." He stopped in front of her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Talk to me." She wanted to lean into his touch. She wanted to let him pull her inside and make love to her until she forgot about photographs and blondes and Monte Carlo. But the image was burned into her mind now, and she couldn't shake it. "Who is Celeste?" she asked. Drake's hand froze against her ear. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. She watched his face cycle through emotions she couldn't name. Surprise. Guilt. Something that looked almost like pain.

"Are you givin' up, Cass?" "Never," She spat and instantly her wildfire anger showed. Cassidy turned around and faced her friend once again. His light tanned skin and warm brown eyes made her anger melt almost instantly... How could someone one so perfect be so wrong? "Let's go to Dodge, that bastard will probably be playin' cards and gettin' drunk there..." And they were off, as quickly as they went from town to town, they left. Card games and going to the theaters took up most of their nights, their horses satisfied from river to river, both keeping a watchful eye for Indians.

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

I wonder if who was following me scared the horse? On their way back to Jackson, Elliott broke the silence. "Besides the great outdoors in both the parks, I love the Silver Dollar Cowboy Bar. It was the first prohibition bar after the embargo and is very unique, with bar stools made from real saddles. It stays open late and has honky-tonk music and a dance floor. Lots of fuOh, wait, right up here on the right is Millionaires Row. Look at the size of some of these homes." He pointed to a couple huge properties almost obscured behind perfectly groomed, large, overwhelming pine trees.

I responded with "yes a stunning chestnut mare was stollen from my territory and my resources have led me to you. If you want to keep you life you'll tell me the full truth" "I'm sorry sir is wasn't aware that someone stole one of your horses may I ask what she looks like?" So, I told him, all about my mate and what she looks like, and I can see the old wolf turn pale I do not need him to confirm it anyways I can sense here. "I'm so sorry sir we don't have a horse that matches that description"

He knew that if he could see him, Sam would be gritting his teeth as he dragged his hand through his blonde hair. “Yeah, Sam.” Stolas asked, trying to fight back his grin. “They’re all here.” “Who?” Stolas asked, trying to fight back his laughter, his chest shaking. Annie looked up at him with a raised eyebrow as his flaccid cock slipped from her body. “The half-breed and the wolves.” “So why are you calling me?” “You don’t understand. We, we, I, I don’t even want to-” ” Relax, it’s not like you haven’t had an orgy before.”

, she snapped. "Aww, here I was, thinking you're just an uncaring cold-hearted bitch", she side-hugged her while they both chuckled and the temperature dropped again. "Fuck, I've got to get this shit fixed soon" "I agree but I still can't believe you believe in that news thing. Just wait and watch the conspiracies that rise with this new "mysterious creature" thing tomorrow", Rita drawled. "Yeah right, so when do I meet this prince you've been talking about?", Belle asked, jumping on the overly comfortable bed right after Rita.

The energy buzzed in the air, thick and electric, and for a split second, envy twisted sharp in my chest. If I hadn’t been reckless. If I hadn’t trusted the wrong people. If I hadn’t lost everything. I could’ve been running a place like this, my name on the door, champagne flowing, power humming beneath my heels. “Alright,” Casper said as he parked, turning to us with a grin that promised trouble. “Tonight, no thinking. No problems. Just fun. We own the night. Deal?” Addy and I exchanged a glance, something unspoken passing between us, then shrugged.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.