Chris X Wesker Novels & Stories

“You could have asked Wesley. And he would have gone all the way there on his own. You can be friends with anyone…not Chris,” As much as my words were fueled with jealousy, this was for Estelle’s good. Chris wasn’t the kind of man who moved without purpose. He was a loner, rarely made friends, always kept to himself and most importantly, he was very strategic. There was a reason he was one of the best warriors I had. So Chris's offering to drive her to the farm out of his good heart was bullshit. And right now, he was being deliberately close to her—not because he cared—but because he had an ulterior motive.

“He is hot, I get it. I've caught Gina staring at him too.” My face writhed in disgust—me and Chris? No way. He's what they called a wizard. I normally referred to him as a male witch. Chris never studied medicine. He used to work at a mechanic shop and lived next door back in Lystvair. We were close friends despite our age gap until five years ago, when he was wanted for murder and he fled without saying goodbye. Just like Benny, he dabbled in potions and casted spells on people. But how did he manage to mask the smell of the witch’s blood that coursed through his veins?

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".

He folded one hand behind him and raised the other hand, as if preparing to explain something to a friend or student with full appreciation. “You are a child born from a mixture of vampire and wolf-shifter, right on Kliwon Friday night and on the events of the Red Moon. The combination of the three makes them, mystical creatures, worry. You prove that fear by—” “Killing INDICENT guys,” I continued in a sharp tone. “I told you to say what you want to say to the point, not explain something I already know.” Reksa the devil lowered his two arms and grinned. “That means you already understand how your kind wants Barbara Alexander Brawijaya to die in the middle of the Demon Forest, with the reaso

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

The protectors and hunters looked at the leader waiting for his command on what to do next. "Put down your weapon," he ordered them. They obeyed. Bazaar left me from the stage and approached Turner. "Tell me how you're still alive, my men saw you were dead and buried you?" asked Bazaar curiously as his eyes steadily observed his entire body. "It was not my time, I guess," retorted Turner. "The god above gave me a second chance to help get rid of the werewolves once and for all!" Turner shouted eager to kill all the deadly beasts.