Novel & Cerita Black Wesker

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.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

Dave warned his little sister, walking away. "I'd never allow Loki to treat me like that." She whispered walking to her room. Needing a drink, Lucas headed to a bar in Lunari lands, Lucas was on his 3rd whiskey. His eyes burning into his drink, as if it would burst into flames at his will. Anyone who walked by and looked at him, could see the gears in his head turning, and left him alone, aside from one wolf, a ghost wolf from his past and present, left him alone.

Wearing simple clothes that somehow commanded more authority than any uniform. "Welcome, Eva Morrison," he said. "Or should I say—Generation One Prototype Alpha. I am Marcus Webb. The actual Architect. The one Elena Petrov has been serving for forty-seven years. The one who designed her. Who designed you. Who designed everything you think you know about Project Blackstone and quantum consciousness and evolution itself." I tried to phase-shift away. Couldn't. The chamber was quantum-locked. Reality stabilized beyond my ability to manipulate.

Although my heart tracks a heavy sadness, my intellect completely understands why Wesley's boots are running down that distant trail. Wesley possessed a super pure, kind heart and always projected absolute sweetness to every civilian wolf on the ice rink. His internal system must have suffered an incredible, agonizing level of distress when his hands used Shea's alpha blood cells to save baby Robert's failing life parameters, and her terminal shutdown must have carved a permanent, bleeding scar inside his core wolf. The trauma was so massive that his body went straight into total hiding, and the tragic reality sitting before his eyes delivered too huge of a shock to his emotional matrix.

“Is one of the most useful weapons of the Watchers. It helps you manipulate several natural things like water, fire, wind, and earth. However, it is hard to find a Vessler who can do all four. Most Vessler are usually Water Vesslers. The last fire Vessler was Orion, the grandmaster, and the only Watcher to live up to old age. His death added to the list of extinct Vesslers, which are: Fire, Wind, and Earth.” “Do you mean that you and all the Watchers in the White Mountains are water Vesslers?” Abigail asked. “Yes, we are,” Vera closed the box and was watching the fire now, “I hope we find something different this time around.” The calm voice sent a chill all over Ginika’s body. He couldn’t s

Kasper said in a low tone and start walking. Flint just followed him. After a few minutes, they both go inside the house of the alpha leader. Kasper just look at Flint and didn't answer him. He turned his back to his friend but Flint stop him from walking. "I know you ever since we are just young. You won't do stupid things without a reason, Kasper. Now, the great alpha leader, tell me... Why did you save that hunter? That was a great time and place to kill her but you didn't. Give me a solid reason for me to not kill you," Flint said with a serious face. He's always been a jolly type of werewolf but once he becomes serious, he can be dangerous.

Wesley ordered. Mason took a deep breath before he nodded and promptly left the room. River looked conflicted at first, his eyes trailed on me, a hint of pain in his eyes, before he finally clenched his jaw and left the room as well. Now there were only three of us in the room; me, Wesley, and Melissa. “You’re a doctor? How?” I asked Wesley, shocked. Isn’t he the Alpha of Lockhard pack? Usually, packs have designated healers and doctors in their midst, I have never heard for a werewolf Alpha who was also a doctor.

The warm sun bathed the park in a golden glow as Azure, Francine, and Zeke strolled leisurely along the winding path. Laughing and sharing stories, they relished their precious family time. Unbeknownst to them, danger lurked in the shadows. Vaxia, a creature of formidable presence, with long flowing dark hair and piercing amber eyes, had been tracking Azure for years on behalf of the nefarious organization known as The Eirian. Accompanying him was Zave, a hulking figure with a shaved head and a scar that marred his rugged face, an embodiment of brute strength. They were rogue werewolves, hybrids with extraordinary powers and superhuman strength, committed to the Eirian's mission of world dom

He howled into laughter at the dubious headlines. "What about the werewolf news?" He asked as he cleared my throat, ready to read. "Every pack in planet earth now knows the name Tristan Blackwood. Whose packs span across countries. A father of four and a mate and husband to the goddess herself, Vanya Jacob Blackwood. " Then I added. "Do I even look like the goddess?" I giggled.