Wild West Stories Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes, sitting down, setting the cooler back down "You know the drill, get plates and spoon, we split the meal, you keep quite, and I tell you a take of our heritage." The little children erupt in joy, and I laugh because it is contagious "But we have to be fast, I have a meeting." They do as I say, I share the meal, and they begin to eat, quietly, as I tell them a story. "The werewolf is a legendary creature that has been the topic of numerous legends and numerous nightmares throughout history. According to certain myths, werewolves are people who can transform into ferocious, strong wolves. Others are a mutant hybrid of human and wolf. Nonetheless, they are all ferocious beasts wi

Wyatt asks him, pulling back with bright eyes. “I know. Come into the living room. I'll explain everything.” Wilder stands up, picking me up with him and carrying me into the living room. He sits on the couch, keeping me in his arms, much as he did when I was a child. When Wyatt joins us, Wilder speaks. “You know that Isolde and her man were messed up in some crazy shit. When I got there, he was trying to stop her from leaving but she told him that she knew they were coming. Then suddenly shots are being fired and I try to stop Mom from being hit. I remember feeling a horrible pain and then nothing. I woke up in an ambulance on the way to the hospital and the sheriff was with me. I told him

There was a tv and a playstation and some games with movies near it. Anderson and Carl were sharing stories of Williams. They talked about his first deer kill. The time he got scared by a cockroach. The time he killed a turkey and how it was in mid-flight, like an old westerner cowboy. About another time that he got chased by a hive of bees. These stories made Williams seem like a badass. They told stories well into the night. Zane especially liked the story of him clearing Pales like a badass. Shooting them down as they came out of a den with a rifle and a few other soldiers.

Story 3: A Hot Wild Night For Three 3 GIDEON I stand behind them with their butts raised high, their backs ached and their faces pressed on the couch, while I rub their butts as they let out comfortable moans and groans. Their hoarse voices stimulate my desire and light up the fire of lust inside me. Narrowing my eyes darkly, I pinched their butts then spanked my palms on them making it bounce as it pushed them forward.

Lexie closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the cool morning breeze. “What if we build a house here? Just a simple vacation home?” Ram suddenly said. She smiled at his thought. “Yeah, I think I like that idea. Just a one-story house. I’ve always wanted my own garden, full of flowers and stuff.” She said, smiling. “We can do that. But first, where’s the way to that waterfall?” Ram asked. Lexie’s eyes widened at his question, and she quickly turned to look at him as if saying "Are you serious?"

Marcus and his friends became bolder. They forced Dominic to drive them along dangerous mountain roads after drinking. They demanded night trips during heavy rain. They ordered him to carry sealed bags and warned him not to look inside. Each time Dominic refused, Marcus waved the debt note. “Don’t forget what you signed,” he would say. “If you stop listening, I’ll tell the whole village your family borrows money and refuses to pay it back.” In a small town, rumors could destroy a family.

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

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

Dekk turned to his formless guard and commanded they take me outside the castle gates and leave me there to die. Shaking my head I return to the present situation I am in. Saved by Roghd and his son Jace. Jace grabbed my arm just moments after the castle’s gates were shut on me. The father and son had been living in the oak savannah that surrounded the castle all their lives. As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take.