Three Walkers Novels & Stories

She turns around and hurries over to the table. “What did you find out?” Everleigh asked. “We thank you and Walker so much. He was able to help us get in their dreams. They are barely surviving. We already lost one warrior that was taken. Thankfully whatever they gave the guys has weakened their bonds otherwise the torture and deaths of their pack members would have them losing their minds.” Aria says with a sigh. How in the world do they know this and who the hell is the Walker guy? Is it Everleigh’s new mate? The thought of that has my blood starting to boil.

Nathan tried to speak, but his mouth just opened and closed like a fish. Instead, Junto saved him. “They're called Spiritwalkers. They can only live in the darkness, so they only come at night. They drain the powers of the supernatural beings, then the drained becomes one of them. They mostly go after foreseers, seen as though they are the most powerful and the weakest of the supernatural world, but sometimes they go after the others as well.” I processed this information quickly so I can keep on track. “So, why were they after Derek?”

I need to get out of here. ~§~ Tristan's POV Walker sits idling at the end of our driveway, his hands on the steering wheel as I sit quietly in the passenger seat. Our eyes track the shiny black limousine as it speeds past our driveway until it's out of sight. “He just… left?" Walker mumbles under his breath, scratching the back of his head in confusion. Walker lifts his foot off the brake and turns right out of our driveway instead of heading left towards town as we had planned. A few moments later, he veers left onto the private drive leading toward the packhouse so we can find out what the hell just happened.

Nathaniel and Wyatt only need to monitor one of the crazy girls, not both. Nathaniel was able to get trackers on the original two trucks, but not the third. There have been too many people patrolling to get in and out undetected. I want that third one. They only added extra patrols when it joined them. We did notice all the guards are wolves, but they are all carrying guns and few have knives strapped to their legs. Why do wolves need so much weaponry?

Liam kissed Audrey pa*sionately before they go to sleep. After tonight, Audrey and Liam will stayed apart for three days before their wedding day. This is a rule set by the Nightwalker Pack from generation to generation, to solidify the hearts of the prospective bride and groom regarding their marriage intentions. Basically, the name Nightwalker itself comes from a legend, about a pair of bride and groom who were separated because of war. The two of them walked for three days and three nights looking for each other. However, due to the war situation, they could only walk freely at night.

“I think I fell through a portal because this place doesn’t look at all familiar.” Goddess. I don’t know a thing about the places she mentioned. I never heard about a Third Realm and certainly never heard anything about portals. She sounds genuine and devastated, she just said that her whole village was murdered. “I don’t know anything about portals or the places you mention.” I answered. “I can tell you where you are right now, on Earth, in the territory my pack resides on, Grey Moon pack.” “What is a pack?” She asked. “We are a pack of shifters, Werewolves.”

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used

I found that oddly surprising. Soon, her voice sounded again—low, exhausted, and powerless. “But that’s three million dollars. Why couldn’t you just hold yourself back? If Graham could back then, why can’t you?” She said the last sentence so softly that I almost thought I’d imagined it. Before I could think further, Zack spoke up, his tone filled with disdain. “So what if it’s three million? Lucy, don’t forget, it was me who notarized your assets. That’s why Graham walked out with nothing. Do you have any idea how much money I’ve saved you from losing?”

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

"They slaughtered them all. Every alpha, beta, omega, and pup. They burned their stone halls, salted their lands, and struck their name from every history book and registry. The Onyx Fang was declared dead, turned into a ghost story to frighten children who didn't want to shift. This symbol... it was worn by their elite guard, who were called the Dread walkers. They were the pack's personal executioners." My breath hitched. Dread walkers.’ The name echoed violently in my mind, acting like a key that unlocked a tiny, terrifying memory from my recurring nightmare. The figure leaning over me, the heavy pressure on my chest, the cold voice whispering... The Dread walkers return for what is owed.