Novelas y relatos de Chris X Wesker

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

“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.

For now, she’d have to be the werewolf’s assistant. The End!

The Beta, a trusted advisor and strategist, saw this as an opportunity to seize a chance for lasting peace between the werewolves and vampires. In the council chamber, tensions ran high as the members debated the proposed peace treaty. The councilors argued passionately, each presenting their own perspectives and concerns. Some were skeptical, their memories haunted by past betrayals and bloodshed. Others believed that the time had come to end the cycle of violence and forge a new path for their races.

the man asked Chris when Chris gave no indication. “My apologies, but not in the slightest,” Chris said evenly. “I’m afraid I’ve spent a considerable amount of my life away from the werewolf continent—although, if I had seen that mug of yours elsewhere, I’m certain I wouldn’t forget it.” A soft ripple of laughter worked its way through the tavern at Chris’s teasing, but I wasn’t laughing and neither was the Beta; New Moon pack was not on good terms with us, seeing as how they were sworn enemies of Moonrise and Moonrise was our closest ally.

I hissed. “Tell me you didn’t want to ask when you found out?” Chris stared at me with the slight shake of his head. “I mean come on, I just found out I’ve got one of those trapped inside of me too, but I can’t see it. And I still don’t know if I’m living in some alternate reality or in a fucking dream where I’m going to wake up and have a stress hard on.” “TMI.” “I had to see your husband’s werewolf dick today. Spare me the disgust,” Chris scrunched his nose as if he’d smelled something awful.

Eva suggested. "He can drink animal blood." "Please have mercy on me, I was just following Ancel, I never hurt you, werewolf!" "Fucking shit, you're hassling me, I'll get blood for a leech like you!" cursed Chris, who instantly transformed into a wolf and ran to the door to get out of Eva's house. "You're lucky, vampire! Chris still has his usual wisdom even though you guys tried to kill him, think about that! If you were dealing with his father, your head would already be in Mikael's place without your body!" Eva teased.

I spent years away from my home, I thought being around my other peers would help me stop thinking about Chris. Even though he was my childhood friend I missed him dearly. A trait my mother called weakness. A sight I swore never to show in front of her or anyone else in the Eon pack. Though we were a few, the rules were strict, not following them meant rejection from the others otherwise death. But after a long time of not seeing Chris, I met someone,his name was Miguel Torres. A wealthy billionaire werewolf. He came from the respectable, feared, Torres Fire pack

I whispered, my voice shaking. Chris stumbled, blood at his lip, fear finally rising in his eyes. He tried to crawl away, but Xander dragged him back by the shirt. He slammed him once more against the wall. Chris gasped, spitting blood. “Stop—stop—” Xander leaned close, his wolf ears twitching. His voice was a growl. “You don’t get to touch her. You don’t get to scare them. Not ever again.” Then he shoved Chris so hard that Chris hit the floor and rolled toward the door.

Chapter 133 Caius’s POV “I know what you are.” Chris whispered. I squeezed the coffee cup in my hand tightly, my gaze locked on him. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “What are you saying, Chris?” I asked with an innocent expression. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know what kind of snarling beast you are.” He pointed at me. “And don’t think I’m scared of you. Wolfsbane, silver—I have them all, and I’ll fucking burn your fur before you dare show me your teeth.”