Albert Wesker Gif Novels & Stories

Angel then disappears from in front of him. Drake then pushes forward out of the little crater and into the air. He is now pulsating with great power. He starts to glow an eerie red and black color. The power makes a giant red sphere around him. When he breaks out of it he has been transformed into a giant powerful jet black wolf with blood-red eyes. He then starts his brutal attack on the Whitlock monsters. All the while hearing his master explain their story.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching with dark satisfaction. His name was Viktor Kessler, a disgraced scientist with a vendetta against the werewolf packs that had exiled him years ago. Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance.

When they walk in, the air is thick with the scent of a hundred different wolves—a dizzying, aggressive musk that makes Juniper’s head spin. At the center of the hall, on a raised dais, sit the five High Alphas. Malakai is among them, leaning back in his chair with a smug, predatory grin. In the center sits Alpha Silas, a man so old his hair is the color of woodsmoke, and his eyes are almost entirely white. "Alpha Sterling," Silas’s voice echoes, sounding like stones grinding together. "And his... human." Alaric bows his head slightly—the only sign of respect he will give. "My Luna, Juniper."

She walks to the door, her bare feet quiet against the floor, and reaches for the handle without hesitation. She opens it. Her breath leaves her in a rush and she almost wheezes staring at the person standing beyond the threshold of her house's door. Lance Wesker stands there. He is dressed simply, no suit, no arrogance, just dark trousers and a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up as though he hasn’t stopped moving all day. In his hands is a bouquet so large it borders on absurd, filled with soft whites in lilies and dandelions and muted pastels, carefully arranged, unmistakably intentional...

“Are you alright? What exactly happened?” Kael turned his head toward him, still kneeling. “The werewolves struck. Justine lost. He's been apprehended.” Dr. Ganner stared. “The Kyrexin-X—” he said, his eyes widening, panic surfacing. “Was it dispersed?” Kael shook his head. “No. I didn’t activate it—I wouldn't. I… I saw Justine for what he really was. I refused to go through with it.”

Beta Wilson asks with a frown. The warrior’s face fills with fear. He starts to tremble. “Alpha Kinney may already be dead.”

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

My Gamma and Delta get their gun and stood in position to shoot whoever they see. I rolled my eyes and stood up to know the creator of this stupid attack that's when there came in Kai's Beta Texton with his signature smirk and deadly glare. He was known for his psychotic nature when he is in gang business. I sighed and thought, "Again this Shity head. Not leaving me in peace for a single day". I tsked my tongue and turned to find Alfredo to kill but he already left. I stomped and growled loud to make the whole chaos stop. The whole room went silent with a flinch and turned in my direction. Humans were on the floor curled up, and other rank werewolves fell on their knees baring their necks.

After all, he never wanted to let the world know about his dark sides. At the penthouse, Albert found a unconscious Xavier and his informer laying on the sofa. Frowning he looked carefully. There was a scar on their spine. Albert raised an eyebrow. He knew they were attacked by cards. And examining the scar, he was sure those were thrown by professionals. After almost three hours, Xavier got his consciousness. He looked the surroundings with blurry vision but jumped in fear when he noticed Albert was sitting with a poker face. "Boss....," He called awkwardly.