Albert Wesker Figure Novels & Stories

Judith said. Albert's eyebrows furrowed as the man's hand reached out to grab the syringe in Judith's hand. "Don't!" prevented Judith. "I just want to see it," Albert said. "I know. I'm just worried that the remaining liquid in this syringe will harm the werewolves," Judith explained. Albert snorted as he looked away briefly. "It's just an empty syringe. What's so dangerous about it?" said the Alpha. Judith lifted her chin as she took a deep breath. She looked at Albert-who had facial features so similar to Christian Dexter, while holding back a feeling that was hard to describe.

I left out the part about him having wolfsbane in his system though, that's a personal thing that I don't quite understand yet. "Maybe…" She mutters. "I like this side of him better though. Makes you think he might actually make a half decent Alpha." The rest of the day seems to fly by and before I know it, I'm sitting around the dinner table with my parents, wondering if Abaddon will be in my room when I go back upstairs. My dad suddenly goes tense, stopping a story about an angry cat trying to stand up to him in wolf form, mid sentence. Initially I thought he was being dramatic, but when he quickly stands up and slips his shoes on, I assume it's something to do with work.

Wriixer called back, while Dent could be heard clearing his weapon for a possible jam. “Good” She mutters, her face now covered in sweat as she takes a seat. It had been indeed some time since her last fight. Staring at the floor, she notices a shadow entering the room. She looks up expecting Froster but instead. What stood there was a gaunt figure, that was covered in what appeared to be an armor made from polished wood. The figure’s face was strange, a reversed triangle was its face plate and on its head were what appeared to be stag horns.

Auditory texture like a saw cutting through bone, amplified to a volume that made my eardrums pop. The sound made the nanoweave of Neoma’s suit vibrate against her skin. My teeth rattled. "Wolfy?" Barzil asked. His voice was a low rumble. "What is coming?" I looked at the reading. Class 5 Kinetic Entity. Nuclear Core. Barzil-Steel Chassis. "He didn't just build weapons," I whispered. My throat constricted. I couldn't swallow. "He built a champion." The smoke swirled. Two burning red lenses, the size of dinner plates, ignited in the gloom. They glowed with a steady, pulsating heat.

he shouted, his voice carrying above the chaos. From the smoke emerged a figure unlike the others. Tall and imposing, the individual wore armor that gleamed black in the dim light. His face was obscured by a helmet with a single red stripe running down the center. The air around him seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy, and even the most hardened warriors hesitated in his presence. “Who is that?” Seren asked, her tone tinged with unease. Rayka’s wolf instincts prickled with warning. “Someone we don’t want to underestimate.”

Albert When I opened the door, I didn’t expect to be met by a towering figure whose presence filled the entire frame. He was huge, dark-skinned with broad shoulders that strained against his tight, sleeveless shirt. His chest was barrel-like, arms thick with coiled muscle and crisscrossed with faded scars. His face looked like it had been carved from granite: sharp jawline, flattened nose, and deep-set eyes that scanned me like a threat before he tried, and failed, to soften them with a smile. Even that smile looked like it had to fight its way through a decade of street fights and hard years. His hair was cropped low, his beard was rough and patchy, and tattoos snaked up the side of his nec

The bike rode past me and I was about cursing whosoever the rider was, when I heard the engine come to a stop. "Where are you off to?" I heard a deep baritone voice behind me. I turned around and was about yelling out a huge 'thank you' when I sensed the capturing and enticing presence of a wolf, not just any wolf—an Alpha. I've sensed it everytime I got close to Dexter but still, this one was quite different. It was more of a seductive feeling that had an frighteningly powerful effect on me. I couldn't see his face as he had a helmet on but I could tell he was looking directly at me and that realisation made me tremble the more.

Every head turns around as Albert walks the pavement of the city as he was on his way to pick up some parts for a new set of bugs and mini cameras. It can’t be helped, even though his style was simple and minimalist and monochrome, it's also an added fact that he is a looker too. With his light brown hair that is in a neat cut, his balck eyes that are protected by his rectangular spectacles, his pinkish thin lips and there’s also a few piercings on his left ear but are not that noticeable, only if you are really close to him then you might notice. But still, his style and the way his face looks calm and angelic, makes him look like a calm young boy that can still beat you up.

Alpha Wes has deep green eyes with speckles of black and yellow. Reed and I stand together in the the middle of his stone chamber. Why did I agree to enter this man’s basement? It’s beyond me. Maybe this is where he sacrifices people. Shit. What if he can he hear me? Can you hear me? Alpha Wes says nothing. Either he’s got quite the poker face or he can’t hear my thoughts. Aster stay calm it’s going to be okay.

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.