Allen Walker Novels & Stories

You remember those? Blowing out a breath, he stuck out his hand. “Hi, sir. We haven’t met yet, which is a mistake I’m here to rectify. Pierce Walker.” The instant he spoke his name, the preacher’s face closed up. The man eyed him from the collar of his leather jacket to the tattoos peeking above the buttons of his shirt and down to the hard tips of his combat boots. Fuck. The suit that had gotten ruined last night would have gone over far better.

“In return, may I know your full name?” I pursed my lips. “Barbara.” Justin waved his hand in front of my face. “That's only the first name. Incomplete!” I hold back the feeling of wanting to scratch his face. I said with teeth bluffing, “Barbara Alexander.” Someone cleared his throat. I lowered my arms and turned around. The wolf boy who was still grinning looked at me. His gaze fell towards Justin. “Get a date, Bro?” Justin snorted. I stared at the wolf-shifter boy with a disgusted expression.

"Keiran? I'm sorry I don't quit feel like I follow. Someone explain to me why you are calling me Alarick? And who the hell is Keiran?" Blake hated feeling confused. Everything they were saying was just confusing him more and more each time. Nothing made sense to him. The door suddenly bursts open. A lycan walks in unannounced. Blake's sudden reaction was to stand and go in attack mode. His canines exposed along with his nails on his hands elongating and eyes dark. Threatening to shift onto Xander. "Calm down Xander! It's just me. Nico. Let me shift back to Harou and we can sit down and talk. Ok?"

I watched as Katerina walked out of the bathroom, fixing her dress as she walked toward us. “If it isn’t the little beauty, having fun?” Donatello said, stopping her. I couldn’t help the growl that escaped my chest as I got up from my seat. Carter followed in suit, following my gaze to see the Italian Lycan speaking to my wife. Katerina didn’t bother responding as she went to walk past him “I don’t bite, little wolf, not hard anyway…”

"Let me introduce you who I am, Mr. Walker. And I will just say this once, my name is Klyde McMarrow. Does my name rings any bell?" Walker's tongue caught by a cat. "What do you want from me? Want me to work for you? Sorry but I'm already telling you, my hands are clean... figuratively." Klyde let out a throaty laugh and groans instantly. "Mr. Hank Walker, I do not work without getting ready. I have my men to do my work in just one order. I just found out that we could use a bit of your time and effort." Waller can sense that smile of a devil within his words. "I heard the news about your grandma, being old just sucks, right? Needs medications and stuff, probably brittle bones are active, on

Real Name: Avis Walker Nickname: Q Real Age: 23 Age Claim: 1,000,000+ Unique Class: Contract Summoner (Rank Unknown) Title: Lore Breaker STR: C VIT: C MGC: C INT: C SPD: C Unique Ability: Bonds of Time Immemorial Notes: The subject refers to himself as Q. DNA testing shows the identity of Avis Walker. He went missing during the awakening. Presumed dead. No known family or acquaintances. Stats are above average relative to a normal adult male. Around average for a starting breaker. Class and Ability are both classified as unique. More information is necessary. Evaluation: Promising She finished up her report as she headed to her office. “Miss Sera,” she greeted. “Here is the report.”

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Some people study his vehicle through the blacked-out glass. It's not conspicuous, but that's fine. Victor's itching to be found. The boy from the diner appears around the corner, toting a plastic bag filled with tiny styrofoam containers. The young Alpha immediately notices the car and beelines for it, tapping on the glass for entry. He introduces himself as 'Waniel Dalker' before shaking his head and correcting his spoonerism- "It's Daniel Walker," he huffs, cheeks red from exertion, as though he'd run here.

She moved with an effortless grace, her steps smooth and deliberate, making her presence hard to ignore. Her boyfriend a few years older than her, Ethan Walker, 28 years old, was a man with a strong and confident presence. Standing at 6 feet tall, his athletic build suggested an active lifestyle and a dedication to staying fit. His broad shoulders and well-defined arms added to his commanding appearance, while he had a lean and toned physique.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu