Chris X Wesker Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sergeant Chriswell, on sniper duty, had realized the witches posed the greatest threat to Damian and unlike the vampires and werewolves who are impervious to firearms the witches could be slain by his gun. Twelve witches had already fallen, but Sergeant Chriswell had overlooked one crucial detail—werewolves possess acute hearing. A werewolf, alerted by the sound of gunfire, tracked the source to the rooftop where Sergeant Chriswell stood. With terrifying swiftness, the werewolf seized Chriswell, tearing into his chest and extracting his still-beating heart. Chriswell's lifeless body crumpled to the ground...

I saw Chris lying on a hospital bed with a pallid complexion, the wound on his shoulder radiating an abnormal black from the wolfbane. Chris offered me a reassuring smile the moment I walked in. "Did I frighten you, Selena? You have nothing to worry about—it's just a single stab wound. I'll be back on my feet in no time. He stretched out his hand to grab mine, but I pulled back before he could reach it. It was then that Joey Lowe, his closest Beta, couldn't contain himself and snapped, "You'd better sign the papers now! If the healer doesn't start neutralizing that toxin immediately, Alpha Chris isn't going to make it!"

My wolf had taken over completely, no voice, no thought, only defend him. This was why she rose. Her, my love, for Xavier was what had her rising to her power and strength. Lisa lunged. I raised my hands. Light and darkness collided in a violent explosion that sent wolves screaming as the shockwave tore through the clearing. Xavier tried to reach me, but the force between us threw him backward. I saw the fear in his eyes. I felt the terror in mine. But I knew better than to back away now. Lisa laughed, drunk on destruction.

Some have their guard lowered, not expecting Xavier the black death to come out of nowhere. We hide in separate trees as we felt two stronger auras. The other one was a werewolf and a vampire. They halted and turned their head to the tree we were hiding, but they shrugged it off and continued. Thank God for these sick potions. We focused on what they were discussing. "...So you think we can find Xavier the black death and ask for his help?" Old werewolf dude asks, disbelief crossing his face. Wait for what? "He's evil like us." The vampire dude said in a weird accent. "We can ask him for help killing the pack here."

Sean’s voice was even, but the steeple of his fingers made him look like he was weighing Chris’s very existence. “Sorry?” Chris faltered, not following him. “Why are you here?” Sean repeated, the gesture giving his words a weight that made Chris shift nervously. “I wandered aimlessly. I was homeless,” he explained. Sean leaned back and studied him in silence, calculating. Chris shrank slightly under his cutting gaze. “You’re not a werewolf,” he pointed out casually, shrugging, but his eyes didn’t leave Chris, sharp and assessing, as if he was waiting for one mistake from him.

No one had guessed that Chris would be here. His face was ashen, and he seemed livid. "Weston, come out here right now!" Weston was taken aback for a minute but soon recovered his composure. He stood up and looked at Dr. Quirk. "I have a few things to deal with. You two carry on." Chris' face was darker than it had ever been. He had a lot of wrath in him. He had no idea how much self-control he had in resisting the impulse to walk inside and drag Weston out himself.

Her breath caught in her throat as her body transformed, reshaping with grace rather than agony. Kiara, who had shifted countless times, stood still—mesmerized. She had seen young wolves shift for the first time, many of them clumsy, trembling, fearful. But Serena… Serena was something else. Her form melted seamlessly into that of a wolf—majestic, tall, and radiant under the moonlight. Her coat shimmered with a soft silver hue, catching the moonlight like strands of silk, and her eyes—those impossibly deep eyes—glowed with power.

I watch as Chris smile wickedly "Maybe you don't want to know" "How dare…." "Hey watch it!" Chris yelled catching Nickolaus off guard "I can be your worst nightmare Nickolaus Michealson" Chris muttered standing before him in a daring manner "And you are?" "Chris Lozaldo, does it ring a bell?" Chris smirk and took my hand walking away.

He gripped Xavier's hand tightly and sent multiple punches to the face of Xavier before throwing him against the wall. He followed him instantly and gripped his neck tightly. Xavier swiftly kicked him on the stomach threw a punch towards his neck from behind causing him to fall on his knees. "What good has it done to you now, Chris?" Xavier scoffed loudly and spat on Chris. "That name is too big for a loser like you." "I guess you don't love spoiler alert in movies then." Chris words were barely a whisper. "Don't you ever get tired?" Xavier made an expressionless face and scoffed.

My hands cover my mouth as I look to Xavier, and he’s just smiling, wiping his blade off on the leg of his jeans. Tears spring to my eyes as Chris’ body crumples to the floor beside me. My mind can barely process what just happened. There’s so much blood- it’s already starting to pool on the floor around his lifeless body. “Wh… why?” I whisper, staring up at the face of pure evil. He just shrugs, tucking his knife back in his pocket. So nonchalant, like he used it to slice an apple rather than someone’s throat. “Traitors can’t ever really be trusted, can they?”