Black Wesker Novels & Stories

Wesley, on the other hand, knows something is wrong, but he listens to Xavier and looks into his eyes. While the rest of the pack watched closely, Xavier and Wesley glared at each other for a few minutes. And because everyone was coming out excited and interested, they didn't see the black smoke hiding in the corner. Wesley yelled, "Ahh!" and his brown eyes glowed before he could stop. "I'm f*cked up! My wolf is waking up, and I can't control it," he said while lying on his back and holding his chest. Everyone in the room moved quickly. They rushed to stop Wesley, but Xavier stopped them right away. He said, "Back off! Wesley won't turn into his wolf."

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.

I muttered. “Evil isn’t really what I call it. You know what you should be more worried about now is your lame husband and his army. I’ve sent him to the devil himself. It’s a shame you didn’t get to witness him get torn apart. Would have been spectacular.” There was clear amusement In Maverick’s tone as he spoke. “What do you mean the devil?” I asked eying him. “Xandros, the awakened 300-year old monster. Something our generation haven’t seen before.”

"Raven is Dr. Helena Park. Neuroscientist. Worked on memory modification programs. Disappeared after the Circle's fall. Presumed dead but clearly isn't." "And Wolf?" Viktor hesitated. "Wolf is... complicated. No one's seen their face. No verified intel. But word is they're enhanced. Military-grade modifications. Circle's last black-ops project before everything collapsed. A ghost that makes ghosts." "Weaknesses?" Luna asked. "Serpent loves his daughter. She's his blind spot. Raven is obsessed with legacy. Wants her research to matter more than she wants anything else. Wolf..." Viktor shrugged. "Wolf is a cipher. Unknown. Unstoppable, by reputation."

He'd noticed that no matter how close he was to its next victim, Ryker's beast had never harmed him, though he liked to stay out of arm's length just in case. Deep down, Wesley wished they could break the curse and have Ryker free, but no witch can break a thousand year old spell bred from unfiltered hatred. “Few more days”, he chanted, his breaths shaky as he watched from hidden bushes a few meters ahead of it. The sun had completely gone down by now, leaving just the both of them in the woods. Wesley's eyes cautiously traced the huge beast as the rest of its body blended into the darkness. He sucked in the cold air, refusing to let out a single breath as the huge figure sniffed, taking slo

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.”