Black Wesker Novels & Stories

Drake yelled. “I said it’s not time yet. He has to face his past, that's the only way he can get out alive. Even if Ethan wakes up now, and Lucain hasn’t yet gotten over his parents death. He will still get trapped!. This is the reason why I hate werewolves, y’all are just so dumb. I’m warning you again Drake, I’m only tolerating you because of Lucian. Do not get on my bad side”. Vanessa yelled for the first time, her eyes changing to white.

Drugs, guns, w*ores. Victor Erickson has a hand in all of it. He is the Alpha of a vicious and ruthless Pack, stationed in the Eastern plains. If there is a dead body floating in the River, Alpha Victor can be traced back to it within six degrees of separation. He is the Black Wolf, the grim reaper with red eyes, the beast with the face of a doll. He's what one would call a beautiful monster.

Now I was ready to sweep away anyone, without thinking about the consequences. And then Reed howled. His mournful howl resounded through the woods, rising high. I looked back. The werewolf retreated from Morgan. Trent. Blood dripped from his fangs. The devastated body of a wolf with its throat torn. Such wounds do not heal. “No, no, no,” I whispered.

She meets his eyes and gasps as she recognizes the ‘warden’. The werewolf with the dark set of orbs that obliterated her squad that night she attempted to murder Akira. The same wolf that singlehandedly defended the eastern gate from the vampires. Akira’s bothersome knight, also infamously known as the mad dog of the House of the Wolves. How did he get here? And disguised himself as warden, too?

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

And they said you are spiritually connected once your mate mark you, my ass. But, what kind of mate can't fulfill her mate's expectations sexually? He wants so much more than last night or our previous nights and I can see that he is holding himself back because he knows that he should be gentle with me. There is a reason why werewolves do not hook up with humans, it's pretty much because they might get hurt. He was driving calmly but fast, faster than he should. It didn't take long until he pulled over in front of Professor Arkinski's house, the pack's doctor. Dad used to friend’s with him and Professor Arkinski used to treat my dad during his last days.

Red wilts appear on my skin, vicious and angry lines that will bruise once they have gone down. He traces the outline of the lines, hypnotized. There’s an itching under my skin, beneath the heat and I couldn’t distinguish why. “Fine. I know him.” I confessed. “Good girl.” Fuck, why he had to say that. Anytime he calls me that, the praise shoots to my core like lightening. “How do you know Nathan Torress?” He repeats. “We worked together at the Weapons X Company.” Lazarus circled me on the cross, his intense gaze charging the cells in my blood. Anticipation pumped in my veins, adrenaline spiking as strikes my ass. “Count.” He orders sternly.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat