Black Wesker Novels & Stories

“But I need you to hear me. Please. I’m not here to hurt you.” Grandma Rose stared at me as if I'd confessed to being a monster. Her hand pressed to her chest, breath shaky. Raymond was silent, eyes wide, frozen in shock. “I’m not just any werewolf,” I added, swallowing the fear. “I’m what we call a Luna. That means I’m a leader—a protector—of my kind. My pack looks to me for guidance, for peace. I was raised to serve, not to destroy.” Still no words. Just a room full of disbelief.

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."

Quantico Marine Base, Virginia. Colonel Harlon Morgan was a career military man stationed six and a half hours from Huntington, WV. The distance could have been worlds away. He didn’t know his daughter existed. Doc had set up a meeting explaining that his lab had important findings to share. Dr. Sawyer was a bigger deal than any of us understood. He had a visiting physician’s permit at several area hospitals as a disguise to collect genome samples from enhanced humans for his lab, a lab known for its groundbreaking techniques and scientific research.

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."

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

He immediately finds the cameras on the third floor. He is now looking at Accalia who's walking carefully but something caught his attention. "Accalia! The werewolf is in the wall!" he said while panicking. After what her uncle said Accalia immediately look at her upper part. The werewolf smirk as he gets down to the wall. His form is a big human-wolf with a fur of a wolf that is colored black and gray. He shows his teeth as if he was ready to bite Accalia and his saliva is dripping as if he that a delicious meal is right in his front.