Allen Walker Novels & Stories

“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.

His heart thundered in his chest, not from fear of battle, but from fear of her. He was Tristan Walker, Alpha of the Melting Moon Pack. But tonight, as he walked to Evandra, he felt like nothing more than a man trying to earn the chance to be forgiven.

Cash. There was a pause on the other end, a familiar chuckle. "Tristan motherfucking Walker. Professor by day, killer by night. Fifty million, you say? Must be important'' "One of my own was hurt'' ''Well that was dumb. Whose the unlucky fella?" "Thomas Rowler. Mayoral candidate. I want him brought to me. Undetected. And I want it done tonight." Another chuckle. "You always did have a knack for picking the tough ones. I'll be seeing you tonight, Tris."

"You-you know my name?" "Yeah, I guess I do." The mesmerizing smile still lingered on his face, leaving me both enchanted and gobsmacked. How was it that he knew me? We were both from different worlds, literally. First off, he was Sage Walker, the Alpha heir of Devlin Hills Pack, a neighboring Pack of ours, and the richest, only coming second to our Pack. Secondly, he was from the League A class, like the other rich kids.

Roxie said, steadying the fabric again, “You are free to go torment someone else while I work.” “Fine, but I will find you when I’m done.” “Thanks for the warning.” Walker smirked and headed out of the classroom just so he could make an appearance in his class, take the quiz, and leave again. He wouldn’t be so lucky to get back to her on time. “What is going on with you and that weirdo?” Victor asked as they stood next to their lockers. “What weirdo?” Walker asked, playing dumb. Victor was a high-ranking member of their group—Jupiter’s Den—and Walker didn’t mingle too often alongside him. He knew that Victor and his family were below him in rank, but he had an aura that even tested Walker.

His father nudged him gently and introduced him to Amaya , saying, "Killian , I want you to meet Amaya , the daughter of Alpha Arson." Killian , who was only around 8 years old at the time, couldn't help but find Amaya , the Alpha's daughter, rather unattractive. However, he understood that expressing such a sentiment would surely earn him a scolding if his mother were to hear. Amaya stood out starkly amidst the children he encountered within the influential circles of the kingdom's elite families. She sported wide glasses, freckles, and braces, epitomizing the classic image of a "nerd."

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

Accalia said to end their conversation. The man named Lycano is not Accalia's real uncle. When that incident happened, no one believes Accalia except for his uncle Lycano. That time, Lycano was making a medicine against the werewolves because he told the young girl Accalia that his family was been attacked by a werewolf too. Therefore they help each other. Lycano was her informant and the supplier of the wolfsbane while Accalia was the werewolf hunter.

She pleaded, and I pulled my hands away from her and stood up. "I will stay in touch," was all I said and excused myself. Things had just gotten more complicated. If John has been watching them, then he would know that I have been here. The hunter abilities made him a daywalker, and being a daywalker, and a former hunter made him the most dangerous vampire to cross. I hopped into the car where Karen had been waiting patiently and asked the driver to drive. Things had just gotten more complicated.

“One is missing.” Elliot nodded. “That’s Cara. She’s being briefed at an auxiliary site. She’ll be arriving tomorrow. Her abilities are… complementary.” Northstar gave a single, slow nod. “Well, everyone,” he said, his voice flat, devoid of welcome or hostility. “It’s… something to meet you. I’m the Shadowalker. And for now, that’s all you need to know.” He didn’t wait for a response. Turning, he looked at Elliot. “Which way to the quarters that don’t have pixies or werewolves?”