Black Wesker Novels & Stories

I won't be back if I go there. - Are you sure of your choice? I asked, squatting next to him. Now I saw his eyes. He had no facial expressions, but his eyes were alive. They were responsible for it. He is in love and in love with each other. - He loved me even like that. - Nodding at his reflection in the mirror, Bars whispered. - I can't go. Please. - He's not a werewolf? - I guessed. - Not. Bars replied. – An ordinary guy, a future surgeon. He studies with me at the Faculty of Medicine.

Beta Osiris explained. "That's why the Epsilon Werewolves are more powerful than us," Beta Osiris said, recalling Gamma Kai. "And the Asmodeus pack is now regaining their power." Howl Wolf Vladimir and Gamma Kai were lost in their own thoughts and didn't hear the words of Alpha Altan and Beta Osiris. Howl Wolf Vladimir was upset that he couldn't protect True Alpha Alparic's body. Gamma Kai was upset that the key to Omicron Wolf Kendrick's release was still kept in True Alpha Alparic's body at his behest.

Moreau’s voice crackled through the speakers. “You can fight all you want, but you and I both know the truth. The experiment worked.” The man in the chair lifted his head, his breathing ragged. “You’re a monster.” Moreau chuckled. “No, Dr. West. I’m a visionary.” Aurora tensed beside me. “Dr. West?” Leo’s jaw clenched. “That name sounds familiar.” I didn’t answer. I already knew who he was. Dr. Isaac West. One of the top genetic scientists who had vanished a year ago.

he smiles, "My name is Jake, by the way. Wes said he wanted to meet you, so he's coming over soon..." A figure bursts through the doorway, breathing heavily. "Where is he?" the guy asks, then his eyes find mine. Smiling hungrily, he crosses to be at my side. "My name is Wes. And your name, my beautiful lady...?" "Mona," I can't help but smile, instantly relaxed by his cheerful demeanor. Moreover, his entire appearance is enchanting, invoking a silence of wonder. His hair is bright blonde, almost pure gold, and he has those green eyes that seem to be the common thread among all these werewolves. His skin is as tan as Yi's, with beautiful lips and a thin but strong body. Her face reminds me of

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

At this moment, Hosiah Qantas chuckled coldly. “Wallace, I think your Alzheimer’s disease must be acting up. As a fellow descendant of the Dark Medic Sect, how could you worship a random Immortal Doctor? The person next to me is also a descendant of the Witch Doctor Sect. In fact, he’s the son of the master of the Witch Doctor Sect, Gunni Bayer. He officially received Nonagon Cave’s witch doctor legacy. Despite the solid proof, you didn’t worship him but instead worship a random fellow who popped out of nowhere. What the hell are you up to?” Hosiah uttered.

POV: Celeste I had lived for twelve hundred years. I had survived wars between packs, witch hunts, vampire invasions, and the collapse of entire civilizations. But I had never seen anything like this. Dr. Cassandra Vex stood in the ruins of our arena, surrounded by soldiers armed with weapons that hummed with unnatural energy. Her blue glowing eyes swept across us with clinical detachment, like we were specimens in a lab rather than living beings. "Stand down," I commanded my wolves, raising my hand to stop them from attacking. "Everyone hold position."

"Took you forever to ask that." I smiled bleakly. "I'd have asked sooner or later anyway. I just need to know who you are and why you decided to help me, a total stranger." He observed me silently before holding out his hand to usher me out of the car. "My name's Lykos. Lykos Pantazis. As you might have rightly guessed, I'm a werewolf but far from an ordinary wolf." A tingling sensation wormed its way all over my body at his words, my wolf awakened to stare at him through yellow gaze. His wolf was present too and it seemed all of a sudden like both shared something before retreating back.

That family was weird anyway, and she was happy the day they called the babysitting company she worked for and informed them they didn't want her as their sitter anymore. She settled in the chair in Chief Black's office. The gorgeous man was having a stare-off with the pretty little lady that had become a major pain in the ass. Celeste had been at his throat about solving the rogue murders for weeks now. But Black couldn't just tell a human that werewolves were real and that all the dead people were werewolves from his pack. He sighed. He just wanted to sign her community hours sheet and get on with his day. His son, Alpha Dorian, mindlinked him and told him about some dead warriors his gran

What stood in the doorframe was… Well, Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure what he was seeing. “What in the blazing fuck is that?” Wes sneered, his gaze raking up and down their fellow packmate’s attire as his nose wrinkled in disgust. Blaze-ing fuck being about right. Blaze, the Grey Wolf chief of intelligence and tech expert, stood in the doorway. The fuchsia-pink suit he wore was covered in small, black silhouettes of palm trees, accompanied by a dressy white undershirt and a tie that matched the suit. When Jeremy squinted the right way,