Black Wesker Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of silence, he goes on, “It’s someone from another pack. But one with rank. A warrior. Though low-ranked… but still…” He shakes his head. “This shouldn’t have happened.” I feel sick. “What’s his name?” I ask. His jaw clenches before he nods at Drake. Stepping forward, he clicks a few things on his table before handing it over to me, where a person’s information is flashed on the screen. Craig chooses out, “Wes. Wes Carter.” Wes… I remember him vaguely. He’s not that remarkable or someone one will remember much. He’s not particularly skilled, and he’s a man who blends easily into the crowd.

He sucked in the cold air, refusing to let out a single breath as the huge figure sniffed, taking slow and calculated steps in his direction. Wesley steeled himself, ready to use whatever means necessary to slow down the beast, though it has built tolerance to almost everything that can harm a wolf. The beast stopped a few feet away from Wesley and just stopped, staring at him with unreadable expression. Wesley matched its stare warily, wondering what it was up to. He blinked for a second, and then he heard a thud, His gaze snapped to the ground, shocked at the sight of Ryker groaning on the ground.

MORNING After apologizing to Beth for entering the woods Jason went to school as usual however his mind was in complete dismay (Werewolves exists, I got bit by one... So I'm a werewolf too... What other magical creatures exist in this messed up world?) Jason thought to himself. "Mr Snow! Can you or can't you solve this equation?" The Math teacher Mr Henson asked the distracted boy. "Oh... Yeah sorry" the boy wakes up from his daze and went straight to the board to solve the math problem while his classmates laughed. After math class a male student approached his desk "Glad to see another guy that can't stay awake through Henson's lesson" the boy said, he had black hair and freckles, he wore

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

Mara’s grip tightened around her blade. “You know her?” Daniel asked. The man closed the case. “Everyone who kept proper records knows her. Blood therapist. Bond severance subject. New medical authority. Very impressive for someone who still believes consent can survive war.” My skin went cold. “Who are you?” I asked. “Dr. Alaric Voss.” Caleb sucked in a breath. I glanced at him. He whispered, “He wrote the old wolf-core trauma manuals. He was listed as dead after the border war.”

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

Based on what she knew, Wesley’s uncle was the vice chief of the Viper’s Den South River Branch and he himself was just a small team leader in Golden Scale Corporation. It was impossible for him to fork out ten million just to send her virtual gifts during the live stream. As SnapTok’s technicians worked hard on stabilizing the connections, Cyan’s live stream no longer felt lagged or delayed. “@WildWildWes, time to call Daddy.” Kaze typed another comment on the chat, tagging Wesley. Cyan stared at the chat, wondering what Wesley would reply. She finally realized the gift war between Live-in Jerk and Wesley was not a show, it was real.

"I have something that eats wolves. Your pure bloodline is just meat to me." The tablet in Wesley’s hands chimes with a high-pitched, metallic tone. The screen flares to life, splitting into a dozen dynamic video feeds. On the center display sits Order Whitmore himself, the absolute head of the Black Sun Council. Surrounding his feed are the dark, shadowy portraits of the top syndicate lords from the Redgrave Territory, the Sterling Heights, and the Vesper Medical Command. Names that make the entire Westmere region tremble in fear. Dr. Julian Ziki, Director Everett Shaw, Conrad Sterling, and Dr. Marcus Holden. Every single one of them is staring at the screen with wide, manic eyes.

The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching with dark satisfaction. His name was Viktor Kessler, a disgraced scientist with a vendetta against the werewolf packs that had exiled him years ago. Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance.

Just like him. He couldn’t understand her fear and rejection. The thought stung worse than bees. Her face flushed from shouting, her ash-blond braid stuck wet to her head. She looked small and elfin, yet even during the argument, he had noticed her hips. Brad had noticed, too, and Troy’s glance hadn’t escaped him—fueling Wesley’s irritation. “She’s a beta wolf,” Troy said, returning with more water. “Might explain the fainting.” Wesley burned with spite. He bit his tongue to keep from snapping. Brad and Troy often jabbed him about being a hybrid. His mother, Queen Marissa, was pure werewolf; his father, King Justin, was Lycan.