Three Walkers Novels & Stories

Eden asks, confuse. "Skin Walker, Eden. What you did earlier, you were possessed. Something influenced you." I explain. "You mean the the skin walkers? I thought they are mythical creatures only existing in pack lore." he says with a very confuse and lost look on his face. "They were until now, Eden. And you were possessed by one of them tonight." I explain. "Am I going to be okay?" his voice lace with concern, that I couldn't help but feel pity for him. "You're going to be okay. Just follow Doctor Dathan's instructions, okay?" I reassure him.

was the calming, soft reply. “Have you gathered those to our cause who can navigate the Pathways, not many or our people, and none with any great facility, are able to do so?” “Not enough, most of those who came came not because of our need but simply to oppose.” “They are a contrary lot, these World Walkers—as they call themselves. To think that such a random agent would appear across such a wide variance. It is something that should have long since been looked into.” “Too secretive, and many do not survive the hazard of the Ways.”

I mean, being able to keep up with me and not drag me behind. Even the warriors in my pack did that a lot. Most times, I had to become slower just so they would not feel too inadequate. But Walker, he never complained. He kept up with me even when I kept going, and when I wasn't, he was good enough. We finally arrived at the West, and I began to search for the pack my mom had told me about—the West Wing Pack. It was interesting that they had only four packs here in the West: two werewolf packs and two lycan packs.

I replied while Dre too nodded his head in agreement. “But how will we enter the Night Walker Pack Land ?” Xeon asked worriedly. “The Night Walkers deal with a lot of underworld thugs. I am pretty sure their security will be as tight as Dre’s ass and we don’t even know how will we find the pups in their huge pack land,” he added. “Oh God ! Do you ever stop with your sexual innuendos ever ?” Kyler grumbled while Xeon showed him the middle finger.

His heart thundered in his chest, not from fear of battle, but from fear of her. He was Tristan Walker, Alpha of the Melting Moon Pack. But tonight, as he walked to Evandra, he felt like nothing more than a man trying to earn the chance to be forgiven.

My left leg bent the wrong way. Blood kept spreading under me. It had to hurt. But I couldn't feel anything anymore. "Someone got hit!" "Don't move her! Wait for the paramedics!" "Oh my God... she's just a kid..." Voices came from everywhere. I could hear again. The driver stumbled out. He looked maybe forty, wearing a faded puffer jacket. He rushed over, but his legs gave out. He dropped to his knees, hitting the icy pavement with a dull thud.

Eva smiled in relief knowing that she preferred them to be enemies than friends, they waved each other good bye for they parted ways. Eva and Zeiran walked home in silence. As they walked, Eva spoke up. “Why were you here today?”. Zeiran kept walking not bothering to give her as much as a glance. “Zeiran, stop!” and he came to a complete halt. Eva’s eyes narrowed as she walked up to him “I asked, why were you here today?”. Zeiran smirked “You’ll know… soon enough.” and he kept on walking. He walked ahead of her as though he was leading her somewhere, she noticed but followed without questions

The timestamp showed it was from last night—after he had taken Sophie into the hotel and stayed for three hours, he came out and went straight to his second rendezvous of the night. I had already had someone investigate that father and son thoroughly. For years, they'd made a living through scams and cons, preying on people like harvesting crops—cut one round and move on. Later, they ran into someone they couldn't afford to mess with and nearly landed in jail. In the end, they escaped only by paying out every last cent they had. That was when they came running to my mother for refuge. As for Bruce, he was a notorious playboy. His "record" was meeting five women in one night, something he had

My guess was they were fishing. “Gentlemen. How can I help you?” I asked with a pleasant smile on my face, but I was fairly certain they sensed I was mocking them. “Doctor Willis. I’m Agent Walker. I’ve come to talk to you about the case you were working on with Agent Drummand. My co-workers are Agent Smith and Agent Jarvis.” The guy was as smug as a bug in a rug. The other two were scanning behind me, trying to ascertain information themselves. Maybe my Wolfen was indeed kicking in. I could smell a different kind of danger. They reeked of it along with their bad aftershaves.

Accompanied by a nice voice with introduction, "My name is Jones Walker, this is my business card. You have three days to think about it and come to the Walker group to find me, if you don’t, I will look for you." With that, Jones held Clara's cheek with his powerful hand. "Don’t try to escape, little girl."