Albert Wesker Figure Novels & Stories

Alice continued, "clad in shiny black and gold. But the stature was rather small, like a teenager's or something. But the figure was fully armored and packing a heat." "He's carrying a weapon?" "Indeed." Alice said. "The figure had this golden crucifix attached on the right shoulder and some kind of a string of beads around his waist, like a rosary or something. She watched her kill five Tikbalangs at once with a stone all by himself. The figure matched the brutality of the monster he killed." "Was it an Angel?"

“You’re too late, Alpha. The real power behind all this is already—” The far wall of the lab explodes inward. Not from Kieran’s side. From deeper inside the facility. Smoke and dust billow through the new opening. Armored figures step through, but they part like water around a single man who walks forward with calm, measured steps. He’s tall and lean, in his late fifties, with sharp silver-streaked hair and wire-rimmed glasses that somehow survive the destruction around him. A pristine white lab coat flows behind him like a cape. In one hand, he carries a sleek tablet, in the other a small device that hums with sickly green energy.

ATK-390 STR-130 DEF-55 DEX-11 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Dark Vision(R) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic)] The figure that emerged was something utterly different then what I had imagined. It even managed to terrify me, what I witnessed could not be described easily. It had a wolf-like head with large hideous claws, the size of the creature remained the same about as tall as me. But its body was generating this black aura which made it seemed like it was blending in with the surrounding.

Four aged figures who are the Elders of the Black Wolf Pack appear to sit around a round table in a room. Similarly, Aryadi and Linda, as well as Alvaro as the leader of the pack. One of the Elders, wearing a brown coat and sitting in a wheelchair, cleared his throat. The elderly man named Magen glanced at Aryadi and Linda. Magen looked at Alvaro sharply. “Alvaro, you surely understand that Hugo wouldn't know about this base if he himself went around sniffing the grass under his feet.”

The first one was a huge wolf with black fur coating it, his roar was powerful enough to make anyone submit to him, anger circling around him in waves. And opposite him was a human figure, wearing a long black coat. His aura was rather calm and unaffected. He stood casually with his hands tucked in his pockets, his face unrecognizable from the distance, but one could still make out a silhouette with a broad frame. Muscled and toned.

He stood taller, seeming broader than he did yesterday as he peered down at me with his intent, somewhat drunk eyes. “This is your position from now on, understood?” “Yes, Alpha,” I said, meeting his gaze. A blanket of heat wrapped me in its embrace in the wake of his proximity, the strong, formidable scent of leather, bourbon and cedar wood making my head spin a bit. I could feel the warmth of his body, even if he was still a few inches away from me. It made my throat go dry with thirst like they show in those Twilight movies. “It’s good to see you can follow orders,” he murmured, thankfully moving back. “Warriors, I hope we haven’t been lagging off in my absence?”

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

"I am not really that important to the brotherhood. At least, I feel important to myself and the people who live around me but not to the brotherhood. I am just an old man who is yet to be covered in white, flowing beard. I am cursed with eternal youth, don't you see. It is the curse of every werewolf." Alberto sighed and pointed at a picture frame hanging freely on the wall, behind Blackwheel. It was a picture of some ancient werewolf having sex with an African woman under the moon light. Similar to the picture that Savannah Lond showed Clark and Michael at Munich. But the picture that Alberto was showing Blackwheel was kind of different than the picture Savannah Lond had shown Clark and Mi

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

"Since I became Alpha, many of you have grown bold in your dissent. If that's the case, we'll settle this with a challenge that follows the pack law. I will not lead a pack with wolves who disobey." "You ungrateful, backstabbing hypocrite! I'll challenge you!" Nanette's brother roared. The words had barely left his tongue before he shifted into his wolf form and swung his massive claws at Draco. Draco sidestepped and shifted just as quickly. In an instant, he clamped one claw around his opponent's throat and slammed him into the ground with bone-shattering force. Nanette's brother hit the floor hard with a dull thud. He coughed up a mouthful of blood before passing out on the spot.