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.

There was no reason to fight the bloodsucker when he was the only blood she had left. “I wasn’t even there,” Evans confided, “Neither was Corey or any of us...” “Who the hell was then?” “Get moving! Storm’s rolling in again!” Someone called. Walker smirked, “You assholes sure do like to cover shit up.” “You’ll be eating your words soon,” Evans said, “Get in the fucking truck.” Silence enveloped as they piled into the cab, Walker glancing up one last time at a mountain ledge where some witches stood.

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.

I did not even have to make a move; she sent her werewolves to bring me to a chasm in the valley. She showed up with no pretense, her eyes brimming with spite. "You've got some gall, Fiona," she sneered. I met her gaze, ice in my veins, as my brows drew together. "Aren't you aware? The whole North is abuzz, whispering about the Alpha King's sidekick, the cripple marked by a random werewolf." Sierra circled me, her words hissing like a serpent's. "Had I been in your shoes, I'd have buried myself in a snowdrift by now. Why linger and be a blight, inviting shame? Right?"

the doctor explained. Damian contemplated for a while. As long as it was the only option they had, they would explore it. He would do anything possible to keep his mate alive. "Where do we find this walker?" Damian asked. "That's going to be quite the challenge, alpha," the doctor said sadly. "You see, walkers are a rare breed of people. They're spread out too thin across communities, with as few as one in a thousand people having the likelihood of possessing the gift." Damian's hopes sank to the ground at his words, and he was flung into a pit of despair.

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