Walker Glenn Novels & Stories

With a sharp hiss of pressurized air and the grinding of metal, he pulls the headpiece away, the face beneath emerging from the shroud of the mist. My heart stops. The world tilts, and the blood drains from my face. It is Glenn Ashwalker. My beta. My trusted childhood friend who taught me how to track through the marshes, how to sharpen my blade, and how to hold my head high when the pack looked down on me. He looks at me, his face devoid of the warmth. I remember, his eyes cold, hollow, and devoid of any recognition. He is the image of a man who has traded his soul for a seat at the table of power. He raises his blade, the tip pointing directly at Daryl’s throat, but his eyes those familiar

I followed the script and calmly admitted to mistakes that were not mine. A journalist suddenly asked, “Mr. Sheldon, we heard you were diagnosed with leukemia some time ago. You might not live for more than a month. Would you approve of Ms. Walter and Mr. Surrey being together after your death?” My sickly expression appeared on the screen. I was not surprised by the question. As Jaime’s husband, I often had paparazzi around me. I did not deny anything. I simply smiled. “Yes, I will give them my blessing.” I did not know which part angered her, but Jaime’s calm expression vanished. She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast.

"Let me introduce you who I am, Mr. Walker. And I will just say this once, my name is Klyde McMarrow. Does my name rings any bell?" Walker's tongue caught by a cat. "What do you want from me? Want me to work for you? Sorry but I'm already telling you, my hands are clean... figuratively." Klyde let out a throaty laugh and groans instantly. "Mr. Hank Walker, I do not work without getting ready. I have my men to do my work in just one order. I just found out that we could use a bit of your time and effort." Waller can sense that smile of a devil within his words. "I heard the news about your grandma, being old just sucks, right? Needs medications and stuff, probably brittle bones are active, on

With no one moving. "Let her go Hunter. You know you can't escape this." Daniel tightens his grip on the knife. Not looking afraid. "You are still kids...I have lived my life fighting. You really think I can't escape you?" Neil orders the wolves around through the mindlink, to circle around from behind. And Daniel noticed the exchange. And the wolves moving slowly to their positions. "Darn it!" Daniel curses, to only push Claire to the floor and run. Till the formation completes.

“No” cried Reyna she tried to step forward but Cain pulled her back, his gaze strolled to Glenn who was looking a bit too smug, Cain felt his wolf rumble inside his head, his lips curled “ You really think that this kind of trick is going to work?” “ Trick? What nonsense!” Glenn repeated tonelessly “ what the hell are you talking about, Covington ?”

Glenn and Liza cautiously made their way down the winding dirt road that meandered through the picturesque Natural Park, heading towards the scout ranger's quarters. Their purpose was to meet Jake and Chuck, as Jake had sought an alliance with Glenn, recognizing the potential power that their shared grievances could hold. In return, Glenn demanded that Jake deliver Chuck, the instigator who had manipulated Blake into launching an attack against Glenn's pack.

/We were right to hold off getting him his tattoos if he can’t keep his cool/ Alba growled, for once agreeing with me. “Shit,” I muttered, throwing my beer glass to the side and walking over. “It’s over, done with,” Glenn muttered, looking into the bonfire with grim determination. His eyes were still dark blue, his wolf struggling with the emotion. “Thought you two were solid, it’s been almost a year hasn’t it?”

"Here we are! It was nice of you to be a witness to how good I could kill another wolf. It was the first time it happened that someone was peacefully watching me taking a life. It felt good but weird at the same. Now, get the hell out of the car. Take that damn head from the trunk and head towards the gate. Make sure to get in. Otherwise, I would kill you!" Glen could not do anything but nod. He opened the door and went to take the head out of the trunk. As soon as he stood with the blood-covered head in his hand, he saw Luca winking at him and pointing to walk towards the gate. Glen did walk like a turtle with his face looking like his brain went outside of Earth. "Walk faster, idiot! You a

"Guilia, please; I’m trying not to lose my patience. You’ve gotten on every nerve in my body, and I need you to leave!” “Fine.” She left at once, shutting behind her. I walked up to Glenn, who shook tremendously in his seat. A laugh escaped my lips as I untied him while he panted heavily. “Leave too, or you’ll be actually dead in a few minutes,” I said to him, and he scurried away. I stood with my hands in my pocket, staring at Flynn, who had his head bent. Betrayal was a thing here, but someone like him had the guts.

I pull some bills from my billfold and drop them on the table before I empty my glass of beer and join my chancellor. We wander through the city, trying to kill time until sundown. Most of me wants to throw all caution to the wind, and just attack the church, get the Prime Minister and torture the answers out of him, but I keep reminding myself that there’s no way I’ll get out alive, and I’m no use to my family when I’m dead. “I can’t just keep walking like this,” Glenn says. “I need to do something.” I glance at the sun. “Only a few more hours. I sent Willow's guard to gather the city wolves.”