Albert Wesker Resident Evil Retribution Novels & Stories

He plugged it, placing it on Adolf's back, and pulling his flesh out with it. “Ahhhhrrrrrrrghhhh!” He growled painfully on the floor, having bolted down on his stomach with the pull on his flesh. “I'll talk now… I will talk now… Please don't kill me…” He begged, wailing in pain. “We give you one second to start doing that.” Bukky told him. “I took photographs of the estate and guards, coordinates of weapons drops and boss Bukky’s daily schedule, to him.” The envelope I had yesterday night contained the coordinates of the new weapon—X16 Pulse Retreater.

When he withdrew from the kiss I had expected him to dress up and sneak out as always, but instead he positioned me on the bed and slipped between my legs. "Again," I whispered, my voice raw. "My body still hurts....." "I know my little wolf," he replied, positioning his dick at my entrance. "But I'll miss you. I need to feel you again.... one last time." With that, he thrust into me, harder and claiming me once more as if this was our goodbye. _______ Next Morning. "You," Alpha Lucian's voice—thick with disbelief echoed through the grand wall which was filled with pack members. "How did you a weak Omega managed to kill such a powerful warrior of the Moon Crescent Pack?"

we answered in unison. The Elder nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. He reached into a pouch at his side, pulling out three small vials filled with a dark liquid - the essence of the Spring Lake Pack, the blessed blood of its Alpha… Arabella. One by one, he handed us each a vial. "Drink," he commanded, his voice gentle but firm. As we each drank, a warmth spread through us, a feeling of acceptance, of belonging. And then finally, the static of congratulations in my mind as members of the pack felt our links create.

"You have just a few days to live, and if you'd like to keep bringing your execution date forward with this stupid behaviour of yours, I will gladly oblige." I pushed her backward into the wall, mind linking Elyan to return to his his position. I met him scurrying in at the door. I grabbed the front of his shirt in anger, bringing him closer. "If something like this ever happens again, I'll cut you up in pieces and toss you in the ocean." I marched back up to my room, mind linking the rest of them. They were already seated there waiting. "What the hell was that?" I asked. Annalise spoke first. "Alpha, I knew you wouldn't like it but it was my idea t—"

When I asked what happened, he never answered. “You’re insane,” Lilith whispered, waving two leaf-hands dramatically. “That’s a Primordial Lycan! If he finds out a lowly werewolf like you dares set your sights on him, he’ll tear you apart.” “Lowly? I’m a high-ranking Silvermoon Alpha, thank you very much.” “Are you actually serious?” “I am.” Lilith resigned. “Fine. I’ve heard all about what happened to you in the Alliance. And since you’ve watered me with so much spirit spring water, I can help you… but only a little.”

I can't doubt their abilities because wolves of North Novera are skilled in assassination and spying. Rubex used to mention that Alberto humiliates and emotionally tortures Eva. So , I attacked more of his bases, making him leave the Grande house. Now Eva and Rubex live happily with children. But to maintain the peace, I have continuously attacked on the weak points of Alberto to keep him distracted otherwise he will return back to torturing Eva.

Because what he had to do now was help fight against these traitors. "They are just wild wolves. What are you guys worried about, huh?" said Albert, who again attracted attention. The two Alphas turned around, focusing on Albert, who had gotten up. They seemed a little surprised that Albert could survive after what they did. Inevitably, it made the two Alphas' anger burn. "Alright. This time, we will finish things off." Alpha Trent looked at Albert with hatred. He then said, "Say goodbye to the Dexter legacy!" Alpha Trent made a fist and attacked Albert, but suddenly, someone came crashing down on him before he could reach Albert. Alpha Trent was sent flying, and his body crashed into a stat

She looked at Heath. “Yeah,” Heath tilted his head. “You were with the first wave of NES.” “Get in the car. Go.” Toby said, gesturing with his head. “Go!” He said more sharply as a black 4WD passed by the road beyond the alleyway and someone called out. There was a squeal of tyres, and the 4WD reversed back to the opening between the shops, spilling out Van Helsing soldiers. “Take her,” Heath shoved Aislen into Rhett’s arms and pushed them both away from the opening of the alleyway.

He was cornered now, a tyrant clutching his own stepdaughter as a shield, trembling at the sudden weight of justice storming through the canvas. As he retreated, dragging Angela with him, Alpha Walter turned to look at him, and at once, he froze. His eyes narrowed, and something shifted in his expression—subtle, but unmistakable. Beneath the grime and gore of battle, recognition flickered like lightning behind stormclouds. He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, as if the rest of the world had gone silent around him. “You,” he said, his voice rough with time, but edged with something sharp and dangerous—something old.

I angle the computer to the more occupied side of the van so he can’t see my weapons have been taken away from me. "Sorry, Watcher, the Alpha has been hiding in his house so I’ve been up a tree for the last few days.” The lie rolls off my tongue easily; I scrunch my nose and rub at my shoulder as if I’m trying to work out a strained muscle. Thankfully I look plenty exhausted because my lack of action between my legs has meant I’ve had no sleep, I’m on the wrong side of grouchy and I just want Francis to leave me alone. I understand why he’s checking in, though, because I’ve normally completed a job by now; the last time a job took me this long was because the Alpha had gone back into his und