Three Walkers Novels & Stories

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.

Even if I didn’t know what these creatures were, it seemed like these were the creatures Damien was strictly informing me about. Dream walkers are the walkers who inflict fear and negative things on humans in this realm. I should be afraid, but something steadied me. Perhaps it was the knowledge that Anton was safe now, or perhaps it was sheer instinct, but I didn’t freeze. Instead, I turned and ran. “Get her. She’s trouble,” a voice hissed from somewhere behind me, dripping with venom. The words sent an icy shiver down my spine, but I didn’t dare look back. The sound of pursuit grew louder with each passing second, the whisper of shadows transforming into a cacophony of malice.

But the sweet ecstasy of the run was lost on me the moment my prospective employees showed faces. Burly beasts with zero backbone. The pack mentality really shone through with them. Especially when it came time to harass me. They would yip at my heels. Bump into me with incredulous looks on their faces. Spur each other on in the meanwhile. None of this was seen by Jonah. Felix was lost in the throngs of wolves behind me. Bellamy made up the rear. So, I was left to defend myself. But the most I could do was snarl at them.

In her wedding dress, she stepped protectively in front of her first love, Kyle Walter. "Chris, I'll give you whatever compensation you deserve for what I owe you. But I won't let you hurt Kyle." All eyes were on me. But instead of losing my temper as they expected, I just calmly waved my hand. "Forget it." With that, I put down the bouquet, turned around, and left without a second's pause. They didn't know that I was a traveler from another world. Getting close to Emily was just a mission the system assigned me so I could eventually go home.

One finger at a time, I pried her hand away. "We're even now. Whether you live or die... I don't care anymore." Then, under Claire's despairing gaze, I turned and walked away with Fiona, never looking back. Not even once.

THIRD PERSON The triplets, their friends and the Pack warriors have been driving around the Packs in search of Camilla but each moment they get a whiff of her scent, it immediately disappears or gets mixed up with those of rogues or some strange perfume. It's almost four in the afternoon and their search is yet to bear any fruits and to be sincere, everyone in the troupe is tired and pissed off. No one is talking to the other. It's at this time as they find themselves back at the stream when they decide to split and follow different paths.

"Intruders!" The Chaos Walkers attacked, their movements fast and aggressive. Ethan and the pack members fought back, but the Chaos Walkers were stronger than they had anticipated. One of the Chaos Walkers used his powers to create chaos, making it impossible for Ethan and the pack members to coordinate. Ethan knew that they needed to retreat. "Fall back!" he said. The pack members retreated, and the Chaos Walkers did not follow. When they returned to the pack house, Ethan told his mentors about the encounter.

The Alphas which are on their knees on front of them, except Connor, shouted in unison. “No!” Pain was evident in their voices. Brody showed his victorious grin. He loved it. The feeling that they were kneeling before him, begging and suffering. It was making him powerful. On the left huge door, three she wolves walked slowly. It was the three Lunas of the packs. They were drenched in blood, hair were messy and they looked already dead but are still walking. It looked like they would lose their lives any moment. Death was just on the corner waiting for them.

"Proceed, but don't lose sight of the fundamental question. What connects your three bloodlines specifically? What power emerges when they combine? And most critically—what choice faces you when the stars align?" With that sobering reminder, he dismisses us to our assigned tasks, though not before adding one final observation. "The Skinwalkers wouldn't be focused so intently on the three of you if you didn't represent genuine opposition to their plans. Whatever this triad represents, they clearly consider it significant enough to track, study, and potentially neutralize. Remember that."

He tried to disguise the worry in his voice, but I could hear it, it was low, but it was there. Neighboring packs that we had treaties with agreed to help find Luara, they were each sending out pack warriors and trackers to help in the search. I was incredibly graceful and wanted to go out searching myself, but that idea was shot down quickly, Torey refusing. The Blood Walkers had already sent out pack wolves to help with the search. Linda and Jaxon were both heading here along with Jason. They had left early during the ceremony but were on their way back already. Sam, Elijah, and a bunch of our warriors stormed through the office door, the sound of the door slamming against the wall didn't