Allen Walker Novels & Stories

The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out. “Walkers!” Aiden soon realised what they were once he spotted them. Walkers were the lowest form of Undead. They were easy to deal with for any strong Beastman and usually Aiden would not have bothered with them, but he was currently injured and could barely move a muscle. He wouldn’t be able to deal with them! This wasn’t the right time!

He said to the fighter standing next to him right away, “Mr. Walker, why haven’t you made a move yet?!” By the time he finished his sentence, the man known as Mr. Walker had already stood up. His figure was not exceedingly muscular, but he appeared to be a little over 1.7 meters in height. He was rather skinny as well, but to the rest of the crowd, the presence he exuded was no weaker than Zayn’s. In fact, he even seemed a little more powerful! “Young friend, do you really think that you’re the most powerful man in the world and that no one can punish you?” Mr. Walker’s voice sounded especially rough and hoarse, which did not match his image at all.

Creed interrupted him “ Yeah, I actually spoke to grams and she helped me a lot. I can’t let what I did haunt me forever only because I won’t live forever. So we are going to move on from this and be okay..not just for ourselves but for our pack.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly I walk over to the dresser grabbing some clothes. Dropping my towel I start getting dressed. “ Charlotte!!” Alex yelled pushing Creed off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the dresser.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Hunter's POV The battle was getting out of hand. Time and time again, we were being attacked by warlocks who would shapeshift into different creatures. They were stronger than I had anticipated, but I managed to tell the difference between Warlock and Santiago. Just as I thought we were done for, Santiago shifted back to a minotaur again, charging toward me. "Hunter, watch out!" Alarick yells, holding his hand out. "Not today, asshole!" I hear Axel suddenly come into view. He charges behind the minotaur, jumping into the air, grabbing the monster by the horns, and pulling him down.

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

The man said, “I am Walker, not the walker as they show in the books. Just my name is walker.” Allen didn’t know what he was talking about, but he nodded anyway. Allen was of the thought that the system was going to show him where his seat was, as the leader of such a large area, of course. He put forward his inquiry. The system said “You will need to rent the dwelling”

Julian’s gaze hardened as he stared at Rex Walker’s photo. “I’ll admit that it’s a good idea, but wasn’t Rex Walker relocated by the patriarch that nobody could find him till now? Also, how am I supposed to take revenge on her behalf? You’re the person she hates the most!” “I know where Rex Walker is. Alexander Walker wanted to kill him at one point, as if he wanted him to hide something, and I saved him by chance. He’s now living in Glendale, working as a butcher.”

Not the billionaire, or the avenger, but the one who kneels in construction dust to greet his child. The moment is so perfect, so utterly ours, that the voice from the doorway is like a shard of glass thrown into the scene. “How touching.” We both startle. Ethan rises to his feet in one fluid, protective motion, stepping slightly in front of me. Alistair Walker stands in the doorway of the unfinished building, leaning on an ornate cane. He looks even frailer than Ethan described, but his eyes are the same cold flint. He must have seen the press release and tracked us here.

“Seriously? Where?” I lean back against the bench again. “Dallas.” A whistle cuts through the room. “Walker’s team.” Nash Walker was born to wear the captain’s C. The guy’s been dragging teams forward his entire life. Hardest worker on the ice and toughest guy in the room. He’s the kind of captain every player wants to go to war for. Everything he’s built? He earned it. I rub a hand down my face slowly. This isn’t just awkward. This is a damn explosion waiting to happen.