Albert Wesker Resident Evil Retribution Novels & Stories

Rideten, Present Time The werewolf soldiers divided their ranks, many following Talen, and the others organizing the werewolf refugees. As he stepped out the door, Aislen saw Rhett cast a final look over his shoulder at the chaos inside, their eyes meeting. Rhett was pissed. Aislen couldn't blame him. It had been tough on him and Cameron to slaughter their way through the Van Helsings and here she was bestowing mercy on these three for no other reason than that it felt right to do.

I explained. “As long as you aren’t blowing anything up till we’re all out, I don’t care what you do to this place, Liebling.” Albert winked as he took point on the stairs. As we reached the next floor, I could hear the fighting. The remaining vampires and demons were taking their chances in a fight against my extended family and the DKE brothers. Albert rushed forward and snapped the neck of one of the Order’s vampires, who had one of the DKE boys pinned, ready to feed.

Fisting me repeatedly in the stomach, I whimpered with a crouch as my insides churned with pain, but that didn't stop me, I needed to get under McCarthy's skin so I lure out the rest, he was nothing but a hot-headed, out of a control agent who needs to be retrained, "I am not going to ask you again Baker, move and don't let me move you," Chuckling I hauled my tongue across my blood-stained teeth, spitting out the ruby-red blood that trickled down my lips, "Is that all you got?" Hoisting his hand to hit me again, a voice stopped him in his tracks, calling out from behind the bushes, "That's enough agent," he emerged from the bark, along with two other W.I.K.D members, Al and Amber in front, b

“It’s locked with a biometric trigger. Only opens for you.” Alma hesitated, then placed her thumb on the scanner. The drone sparked whirred and then projected a 3D hologram midair. A face appeared. Valen. Alive. Older. Scarred. And wearing the black insignia of The Obsidian Order, a covert syndicate Alma had once infiltrated and dismantled. Or so she’d thought. “Alma Sterling,” the projection began, his voice gravelled and cold. “If you’re seeing this, it means Voss is dead. You’ve won a battle.”

As they moved deeper into the night toward a new safe location, the bond between the four of them felt stronger than ever — forged not just in love, but in shared pain and unbreakable will. But far away, Vesperian watched through a scrying orb, a cold smile on his lips. “The wolf is cracking. Soon… the Key will be ours.” As they reached an old abandoned safe house, Serena suddenly clutched her head. A new vision hit her hard — Vesperian had found a way to resurrect more echoes of their past, and the next target was someone they never expected: Damien’s sire, Viktor, fully restored and leading an army.

“Rayden, did Albert give you access to the vault?” Rayden, still flanked by guards, nodded slowly. “Elder Albert told me the codes, he let me into your personal workstation, too. I was paid through an offshore account as a reward for the completed tasks. Albert promised me that no one would ever suspect me, as new Luna would take the fall. And she did …” His words struck like lightning as my legs trembled slightly, hardly carrying my weight. Even Ivory whimpered in disbelief. Elder Albert wasn’t just a name in the pack hierarchy, but a trusted voice, a man who shaped the council’s decision.

I growled again. I bent down and cradled her in my arms. I could feel her heart racing, the flush that rose to her cheeks when she changed didn’t leave. I walked to where I knew the armory was. She pressed the code that opened the outer door. We made it to the door that led to the armory and did the retinal scan. “Welcome, Harlow Dunaway.” The security system called out. “What do you need?” “Just some stuff.” She looked around. “Set me down.”

The moment they got out they went straight to Albert as so many questions were wreaking havoc on them, Albert was healing himself when those Alphas entered his cave, that blue fire Magic caused him more of his spiritual energy, and that was the reason why he wasn't able to heal Myra, Among all the werewolves alive, the priest and the last yellow clan werewolf, Albert was the only one who is undefeatable, But seeing him getting hurt, just by using his magic to stop him made them think about that monster they met back then, They sat there until Albert opened his eyes to let him heal himself completely, "What do you want to know?" asked Albert immediately when he opened his eyes, "Who was he?"

Maybe they had in front of them what was decimating the vampires, and that was a great advance. “Wait a minute,” Doris told them, noticing something on the video, which was stopped. “What is this here?” He pointed to a barely visible bulge to one side of the huge figure, under the arm. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but that over there looks like our CPU,” Doris said, pointing it out to her companions. “Damn!” Mark exclaimed. “That monster is so big that he carries it under his arm as if it were a damn notebook or something.”

"So I contacted an old friend, a wolf from an ally pack of ours. He..... He previously worked in the human police department. He was responsible for the humans who moved here permanently" That was what Viviana was explaining to me earlier on. But what part was he responsible for? Explaining to them what werewolves are or convincing them to stay here? Or killing those who didn't want to stay here? Again, how did this affect her 'death'? She took a long pause and my irritation doubled. "Don't stop speaking Miyanda. I want you to get to the end of the story" Alpha Teigen said again. Alfio didn't butt in this time and I looked around. Something similar was on their faces. Anger.