Novel & Cerita Black Wesker

Blake smirked, gesturing at Jasmine’s cousin who was currently clenching his fists, standing a few feet away, watching us. “Wulfric, if anything happens to my mate, I just want you to know that I will behead you without hesitation.” Alex scowled at Blake. “Relax, Adalwolf. Nothing is going to happen. I’m going to gather all my best warriors to go with my beta to keep watch. And then you and I will sneak over the border.” “Why me?” “Because we’re the only two people I know who have a high tolerance to wolfsbane. So if we get shot, we’re the most likely to survive.”

“Finally,” an unfamiliar deep voice said. I move my head sideways and tried to open my eyes. The back of my head still hurts but I now have a clearer vision and consciousness. “She is an Ambrose,” that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form.

Vanessa froze, her eyes terrified. Satisfied that he had her attention and therefore ready for a talk, he let her arms go. He cupped her cheek and smiled. “I am Haisek, Hunter’s wolf,” he said. “You can scream all you want, but even Hunter won’t be able to help you.” “Hunter,” she breathed, more boring tears dripping into the sheets. Haisek sighed. “Unlike Hunter, as you have clearly experienced, I don’t take kindly to anyone disrespecting my authority.” He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “So this is what’s going to happen … hmm …”

"Tell me more, my friend. Be explicit." A determined glimmer shone in Trevor's eyes as he continued, "Within Jekyll's laboratory, there are specialized snipers. They are armed not with bullets, but with chemical needles. These needles contain a powerful tranquilizer called 'Zipit,' designed to tame wild animals like gorillas and lions. With these snipers, we can bring the werewolves to their knees, rendering them docile and under our control."

"If I hadn't come back to this kingdom... if I hadn't dragged us back to this ice... he’d still be alive." Mike’s grip on the wheel tightened. The guilt on my face was a dangerous thing. He knew I was spiraling into a dark place wolves rarely return from. He pulled a sharp U-turn and headed straight for the medical wing where Dr. Daniel Harris worked. After hearing about my outburst and the subsequent collapse, Wesley was deeply troubled. "He's a warrior, but even the strongest steel snaps in the cold," Wesley said, handing a vial of sleeping tonics to Mike. "He needs the darkness of sleep right now. Let's see if the dawn brings any clarity."

He must have a plan, a deadly plan for her, and she was falling for his plan. He stood back on, returning to the squatting position he once was. Likewise, he had to sustain this treatment. Because he’d to use her to get what he wants. “It’s true.” They turned to know who speaking to them. “…he’s Wesley. Everything he’s told you is true. He’s a billionaire in San Francisco.” “Dr. Moscow…?”

We both were standing at the entrance door and a passer by looked at me. "Come on, Ashley! Open your eyes. He is not Nick Melberg. He is Chris Melberg, a lone Alpha werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. Nick Melberg is just an alter ego of him. He was never a real person". Her words echoed in the deep of my mind. "He was never a real person".

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

And I had one target and one alone… the darkness. I closed the distance behind Lisa just as she raised both hands to crush an entire line of wolves, including Xavier. I drove the spear into her back. The sound… It wasn’t a scream. It was the sound of a universe cracking. Lisa arched, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as black light shot through her body. She turned, slowly, her eyes glowing pitch-black, veins dark as ink spreading across her face. “You,” she hissed. “You human stain.”

After a moment, he spoke, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and unease. “Doctor Ryker Morpheus…” he repeated as if the name itself carried weight. “It does look familiar. But the scientist who led the war to enslave humans has a familiar name, Doctor Ryker Stevens. I cannot tell for sure if they’re the same person.” I nodded, trying to grasp the huge concept of the information presented. “So, if Doctor Ryker Stevens was the one to lead and cause that war, and Doctor Ryker Morpheus is the one we think is leading the forbidden experiments that gave rise to these abnormal red wolves, then we’re either dealing with the same man or someone following in his footsteps,” I finished, my voice grim