Duskwalker Brides Novels & Stories

Killian Walker sat in the D. Walker Mineral Company's small conference room with his brothers and their attorney, Stanley Benner, Esquire. It was the start of the week they were all to spend together here in Red Creek, Kansas, and so far they'd just been sitting there jawing on about every little detail of the company. Who the hell knew there was so much crap to get through? It seemed they each had their own idea of how to distribute Dusty Walker's duties as owner and CEO, but none of them showed any interest in the traveling portion. Not when every one of them had a honey living and loving right here in town. Especially Killian, newly married and loving every minute of it.

The wax bore Darius’s crest: a snarling wolf head split by lightning. Kael broke the seal without hesitation. His eyes scanned the words, face hardening into lethal stillness. “He wants alliance,” Kael said flatly. “Pack Blackthorn and pack Ironfang joined under one banner. Against the eastern threats rising. In exchange…” His gaze flicked to Elara, dark and unreadable. “He offers his sister, Lyra, as my bride. Pure blood. Strong pups. No… complications.” The room exploded. Shouts. Chairs scraping. Fists slamming wood.

You already beat me up and left, so why did you come back and put on an act? Mr. Walker felt that something was off, but he could not put his finger on it. Andrius thought about it and said, “Mr. Walker, please keep what happened with me today a secret.” Mr. Walker was surprised and asked, “Why?” Andrius said truthfully, “I’ll be leaving Sumeria in a few weeks. The Crestfalls don’t know about me either.” Mr. Walker seemed to catch something and pondered it before asking, “You mean that your marriage with Ms. Crestfall is actually fake?”

Chapter 56: Honeymoon Bliss The next day, we arrived at the Lakeside Bliss Resort for our official honeymoon, and the first thing that caught my eye was the mesmerizing view of the shimmering water stretching out before us. The resort was nestled amidst lush greenery, with tall trees swaying gently in the breeze, creating a tranquil atmosphere that instantly made me feel at peace. Walking hand in hand with my new wife, Gabby, we followed the winding path that led us through the resort grounds.

Alistair’s voice cuts across the glass field. “Wren Duskbane. Draven. We need to talk about your children.” He’s standing on a D.C. tactical truck, megaphone in hand, clean suit, no zip-ties. Two hundred troops in black fan out behind him. Between us and them: twenty yards of lightning glass and five vessels who just watched their sister join the pack. Sky’s rain turns gold where it hits the ground. She steps to my left. “Brother,” she says, looking at the ridge.

‎ ‎But his eyes, warm, whiskey-brown were fixed on me. ‎ ‎"I couldn't help but notice the lady looks like she’s about to faint," the stranger said, flashing a grin that was equal parts trouble and charm. "Magnus, surely you can spare your bride for a breath of fresh air?" ‎ ‎Magnus bristled. The scent of ozone and burnt sugar, his anger, flared around him. "Alpha Dante. I didn't know the Iron-Claw Pack was sending a representative." ‎

after a day ' Shut up this witch is sexy' Astonished, Mars added, to be ignored by his owner, who stood in front of the concerned person and near him stands Ardina, who is wearing a nice white dress with styled hair decorated with some white roses as well. Zayn and his wolf were very impressed with her appearance “Oh, the Luna is here,” she said, greeting Ardina, with which she immediately reciprocated, “Welcome to our flock. I am the Luna Ardina.” Very gently she nodded to separate the red-haired hug, answering her with a beautiful smile " Before you is the most powerful of the witches in the most herds, his name is Naina." With some bragging, she welcomed to laugh, Ardina couldn't hold bac

“And so is the Alpha Transfer Ritual…. She had a husband, remember…… and I heard she signed the Moonline Matrimonial.” “Then there is only one way to find out if Raze Duskbane intends to maintain the implied alliance between The DarkenMoon Pack and The Moondrift Pack.” Derek says and takes a step forward.

The music changed, becoming softer, yet containing a mesmerizing emotional intensity. Narsha appeared in the doorway. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows fell on her white dress, creating a silhouette that made everyone hold their breath. Dexter and Narsha's wedding was broadcast live on various media networks, even to several prominent packs with partnerships with the Moon Shone Pack. The invitations, which had only been sent out four days earlier, did not deter the important guests from attending, because who would want to miss the wedding of Dexter, a descendant of the Supreme Alpha?

“Don't tell me you're chickening out?” I parted my lips to speak, but I'd barely gotten any more words out before she turned to the crowd again. “Our king's bride doesn't want to drink.” She let out in faux sadness, and I watched everyone's attention snap towards her immediately. “That's a little sad don't you think?” “How do we know she's one of us then?” A gruff biker from behind hissed. “we need to be sure she's in our side. So drink up, princess.”