Walker Glenn Novels & Stories

“I am Glenn. This is Elias, Daniel, Darius and Donald.” During the chaos and fear of the night before, they had all seemed as one to me, brother beasts, with glowing amber eyes. Now, in the morning light, I could see the subtle differences. Glenn was the oldest and the clear leader of the pack. He was tall with ink-black hair tinged with silver and had a forthright manner. Elias was the brawniest of the five and by far the angriest. His massive chest was covered in thick swirls of chestnut hair. He seemed the most beast-like. Donald had yet to speak. He was tall and sinewy. His hair was a light brown which only emphasized the amber of his eyes.

Azrael was in his cave, sharpening his weapons that he had stored. He had many things on his mind when he saw a glowing dull white light come into his cave. Causing him to turn and saw that it was the spirit of an elder Native American woman. The one that he knew was teaching Ava Miller the way of Spirit Walking. “What can I help you with?” The elder woman glared at the figure before her, who she knew to be a pile of walking bones. “For starters, I want you to follow Ava.”

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

I wake up, cold, on a hard concrete floor. My body is aching, trying to move is harder than you’d think with wolfsbane still in my system. I try to feel for Mia, she’s gone, it’s crazy how a plant can disable your wolf so easily. This would happen after everything I had just said to Wyatt. Damsel in distress my ass, I will find a way out of here on my own. I look around and realize that it’s not only me here, but Jade, my childhood best friend—stuck here with me, of all people, I never wished this on her.

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.

After seeing them off, the smile on Naomi's face vanished in an instant. She turned and looked at me coldly. "What's gotten into you today, Kieran? Ms. Ellington asked you a question. Why didn't you answer? Were you trying to embarrass Matthias?" Before I could respond, Matthias walked over to Naomi with an aggrieved look on his face. "Naomi, please don't blame Mr. Whitlock. It's all my fault. My abilities are lacking, and I've embarrassed you."

He was past his sixtieth year in 1933, but, at forty-eight, Abegail wasn't exactly young either, although she was still as beautiful and statuesque as ever and had the bearing of a queen even when she was wearing jeans and a cotton plaid cowboy shirt. In the early fall of 1933, both Walker and Kolester were in residence at the ranch at the same time. Both were euphoric, because Walker was being named American ambassador to Malaya and would take up his posting in 1935, and Kolester had just received the Pulitzer Prize for a deep and dark novel on male bonding against the challenges of nature in a remote Colorado valley. Abegail was celebrating with Kolester, as she had typed and edited draft

Walker won back their trust. It was also one of the hardest times I have experienced since I worked at EL ALFA. Although Mr. Walker had put an end to Mr. Goldberg the traitor, but it did not end there. Last week while he was researching James Bianchi’s information with Theo, he discovered an unexpected figure.

Once we were parked up and out of the car, I found myself taking a long deep breath of the woodland air. Brax headed to the boot and pulled out a backpack and pulled it on. I questioned over what was inside, but he was still as tightlipped as before. We walked side by side down the main path and onto one of the trails. As we walked, our hands brushed against each other a few times before Brax interlaced his fingers with mine. The warmth of his hand sent a slow warmth spreading up my arm and filling me inside. It was a different kind of sensation to the raw passion I felt with Logan.

After Wills came, Silvia persuaded him with a mixture of threats and promises of rewards before instructing Fiona to take him away. Fiona brought Wills along to Carl's villa. The Walkers' bodyguards were on their highest alert as someone attempted to assassinate Violet in the morning. They immediately went forward to stop Fiona and Wills. "I want to see Mr. Walker," Fiona explained her reason for coming and tugged at Wills. "He's Mr. Gibson, Mrs. Walker's neighbor when she was little. He has something important to tell Mrs. Walker." "Okay, go in." The Walkers' bodyguards stared at Wills and concluded that he looked exactly the same as the last time he was here. They immediately called Carl a