Walker World Novels & Stories

“Because I too am one of those necromancers who sadly cling to life. I know what I am and I cannot change that; I don't want to change it. I will cling to what little semblance of life I possess as tightly as I clung to Herwin's neck when I strangled him to death using a spell. Because I have seen what awaits us after this fleeting mortal world. " The frost drew fingers of ice on the windowpane. Wilkud looked at the bowl of water that Brother Walder had placed on the floor by the bed. The surface of the water turned hazy and opaque as it became ice. The swaying shadows gathered in the darkness that was closing in. The flame of the single candle sputtered and went out.

Once again the students looked at the vice leaders and made some guesses about whose Master represented this sigil. The person who stepped forward is the woman who is wearing a red slit tight dress. She seductively walked in front of the stage wearing a mischievous smile. “I am Alexa Monroe house master of Bake-kujira home for the witches and warlocks, bringer of Curse. My dear Old man Adam forgot to mention that each house has a different meaning to its sigils. For the witches and warlocks, our sigil will forever be etched in our bodies and soul. You will carry the next generation of leaders.” Vice leader Alexa introduces the first recruit and went back beside the other masters.

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

Death Soldiers III Third Person’s POV With Asha and her group walking down the hallway to the hall of statues, the other groups has also entered the other side where their door took them. The doors that leads to the four corners of the palace gardens were actually headed to the thick wall of the royal palace. The thick wall that was supposed to be immovable suddenly opened up a narrow door that is facing the four gardens. Even Samel felt amazed at the creation of the Blood Wolves clan, and the mechanism that they used for all of this shocking things to be possible.

Alpha Deucalion was filled with wrath when he saw Bazaar. His blood was boiling for revenge. He growled showing his sharp teeth and speedily ran to him. "Kill him!" Bazaar ordered his men. His men shifted and stormed after the alpha ready for their kill. I ran for cover inside a building terrified. From a broken window I watched worriedly as alpha Deucalion fought with the six werewolves. They were no match for him. He killed one in less than a minute ripping their heads from their body, and sputtering blood all over the ground. Each time he made a kill, the heavy rain pouring down washed away their blood. As if it was cleaning up after him. It was now down to two werewolves competing agains

“The Goddess gifted them with the ability to evolve quickly because of their work to uphold goodness and protect this earth’s inhabitants. They are resistant to most things that would harm a werewolf, most famously silver. I had my suspicions when you told me Lya had been shot with silver bullets and she made such a quick recovery.” “So then why didn’t they just integrate into another pack when they fled?” Trevor asked. “Wouldn’t that have been safest?” “For them, yes, but the Wulvers were not going to turn their back on their morals and let the blessing of the Goddess go to waste. They dispersed, and they can now be found, if you look carefully, all over the globe, taking out hunters, keepi

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

She had no idea that werewolves could soul walk. “I had no idea that there was a soul walker in this pack” Emma murmured. Marcus stepped forward. “They are very rare and soul walking is a very dangerous art. I have heard stories of some of them losing their souls forever and not being able to get back into their bodies." Emma turned away, gripping the mug tightly between her hands. “I’ll go to her,” she said at last. “But if soul walking is as dangerous as you say it is, I do not think that she will want to help us,"

"He's already started merging the realms, Carlos." Mariana's heart raced. "What do you mean, merging the realms?" Álvaro took a big breath. "Carlos has been working with the old relic for years. It wasn't just about power; it was about crossing the lines between worlds. The rift is what lets you open a door between this world and a long-lost realm where the strongest werewolves have been stuck for hundreds of years. Diego's jaw tightened. "Carlos plans to let loose a whole army of them."

Towards A Happy Ending … Hail walked down the street that was wet due to rain. Feeling that his vision was being blocked by the falling rain, he waved his hand and created an ice tunnel along the street to protect him from the rain above his head. It is not as if he is afraid of cold, since his power is ice that is cold itself. Thus, he swaggered down the street while looking around, staring at the shops where some clothes were on display by the windows, picking which one should he loot… ehem, borrow the clothes first.