Black Wesker Novels & Stories

Isabella sat in front of Ezekiel, the world’s most renowned hypnotist. But what most people didn't know was that Ezekiel was also a powerful werewolf, a secret he kept hidden behind his calm and professional demeanor. His abilities as a hypnotist were enhanced by his supernatural nature, allowing him to delve deeper into the minds of those he helped. Isabella, unaware of his true identity, presented herself before him, her thin face and sunken eyes, combined with her reverent demeanor, making her look like a devout believer.

“After that, I don’t want to see you anywhere near my house or my pack.” I closed my book, giving him my full attention. I didn’t miss the crooked smile tugging at his lips. “I never loved your daughter, and before you get worked up, she didn’t love me either,” he said calmly. “I know Lisa has the Neon virus. You should let me help her. I’m good at what I do. One of the best.” Annoying as he was, he wasn’t lying. Ark had built a reputation in medicine that even wolves acknowledged.

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?

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.

How strange was that? Channeling my inner sarcastic bitch, I puffed out my chest and lowered my voice to a deep rumble. “Fear not, little wolf, I will protect you. For I am Azrael, God of Wolves and stalkerish obsessions.” “My, what a deep voice for such a small girl.” With a gasp, I spun towards the sound.

Then, out of nowhere, reality comes crashing back. Standing in front of me is the living nightmare himself, Wesley Wrest, future Alpha of River Crest. Blond hair wild, like he just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. Those brown eyes locked on me with that familiar, wild, sadistic glint. His smirk's twisted as if he's laughing at some messed-up inside joke only he's in on. The ache from his kick still throbs. I try to shake off the sleep, the pain, and the embarrassment and fail miserably.

When I wouldn't move, he pushed past me and into the corridor until he locked himself away in one of the cages. "Grey, what is it?" "The wolfsbane..." He looked down at his hands, trying the cage before burns were left on his palms. "I can't control it...Please...go..." He struggled to speak in the fracture between humanity and beast. "I'm not going..." "I will kill you! I want to, Elodie. Please...GO!" He growled as I reached forward with a hand to his cheek. "I'm. Not. Leaving." But I also didn't want to bleed out for the rage behind his eyes.