Albert Wesker Resident Evil Retribution Novels & Stories

Something his soul couldn’t decide whether to kill—or claim. Before I could speak, he turned away, barking orders to his warriors. Leaving me standing there, drenched in blood and questions I didn’t have answers to. A shadow moved at the edge of my vision. I tensed, claws still out, but it was only Darius—Kael’s beta. He strode toward me, silent as smoke, his sharp eyes sweeping over the carnage at my feet. “Impressive,” he murmured, low enough that only I could hear. Not admiration, exactly. Calculation. “The Alpha will want to know.”

I decided to ask my wolf, Nita, for help, since she's the only one I think can help me. “Nita… what have you done? This Alpha fell unconscious after I hugged him, and he's yet to wake up,”I yelled out worriedly. "Oh… that. That's good news. Congratulation," "I don't have to worry, right?" "Yes you don't have to worry. He's fine. He would regain his consciousness very soon,"she said, and I breathed out in relief. "But what happened to him that he went that berserk earlier?"I asked.

creatures shattered completely. They exploded into clouds of white powder. "Resonance!" Kai realized. "He's finding their breaking point!" "Keep going, Leo!" I yelled. Leo was acting as a living tuning fork. He slammed the staff down again and again, sweating, pouring his energy into the physical vibration. Thump. Thump. CRACK. Whole rows of the enemy disintegrated under the barrage of gunfire and vibration. We pushed forward. We stepped over the drifts of white dust. "Push them back to the tree line!" Damian ordered. THE ABOMINATION We were winning. We were driving them back. And then, the trees parted. Something stepped out of the forest. It wasn't a soldier. It was a siege engine. It was

They still didn’t know what to make of me, they didn't fully accept me into the circle but they didn’t outrightly reject me like they did before. And that was enough for me, I didn't need them to like me. I just needed to train and push myself back into shape without any nuisance. Because, I had already been drafting my list. The one that contained the names of all the people I would wipe clean from the face of earth. Maxwell Richter. Agent Fourteen. The first name on my list. During the free time Vladislav gave me to let my knee heal, I visited his information department and forced his men to track Richter for me. I didn't care if Vladislav or Anatoly found out my plans.

“Ha ha ha, what an idiot. Do you think that, with just a little bit of this person, we can confidently kill you?" From the woods, a figure suddenly appeared. This person was one of the three hunters who had previously accompanied the silver-haired man. In his hand, was also a shotgun with shining silver bullets. Only thing, on each end of the bullet, he applied a layer of red liquid. This liquid has absolutely no effect on ordinary people. But for werewolves like Adam, this is a powerful poison. As long as his body was attached, he would definitely fall into a coma. “Not good, this is a specialized ammo, only used against werewolves. Adam, he will definitely be in danger!”

The bay door hissed open, and High Alpha Volkov walked out. He didn't look like a wolf. He wore a dark grey tactical coat, his silver hair neatly combed back. He didn't change form or growl. He walked through the old fortress's ruins like he was checking out a lab. Four Augmented guards followed him, moving together like robots. Volkov stopped ten steps away. He didn't look at Kael. His eyes were locked on Elara with an unsettling stare, like a collector finding something rare.

I flipped to the next page. Lena walter. The Beta's wife. She ran the pack's intelligence network, the web of informants and spies that kept Kael informed about everything. Her reach was wide, but her protection was wider. Killing her would mean killing the Beta too, and I wasn't ready for that. I flipped to the next page.

She gave him a light wave which made him chuckle. "Nice meeting you," "Same," "He is Alexander's brother," I enlightened her. "No wonder, this guy is hot…," she whispered only for me to hear, without taking her eyes off him but from the snigger that I heard from drake confirmed me that he heard her. Of course, he was a werewolf after all. He had a super sharp hearing range. Drake looked at my best friend with a smirk which made her blush furiously. I raised my eyebrows at her reaction. Believe me; this woman never blushed in her lifetime as far as I knew.

But now, with the news of his imminent arrival, everything seemed to be turned upside down. Just then, the study door swung open, and Alpha Avalor himself walked in, flanked by a group of soldiers. His gaze locked with Melissa's, and there was a mix of relief and determination in his eyes. "Alpha Russel, I apologize for the intrusion," Alpha Avalor spoke, his voice firm and commanding. "I have indeed regained consciousness and returned to the werewolf realm. There was a misunderstanding, and I need to speak with you immediately." Melissa's heart pounded as Alpha Avalor's presence filled the room. Alpha Russel looked taken aback, but he quickly regained his composure and gestured for everyone

My bloodlines, both of them, went dead. Not suppressed. Erased. One second I was a Prime Alpha with dual ancient powers; the next I was a wolf with nothing but muscle and instinct. My eyes snapped open. Valtherion was already moving. He'd felt it too, the bond between us flickered, thinned, became a thread where it had been a river. "Suppressors," he snarled. "Close range. They're..." The window exploded inward. Glass and wood fragments. Three figures in black tactical gear dropping through the frame in a controlled breach.