Walten Files Banny Novels & Stories

"Bane is dead?" "Bane was executed to keep this book silent," I said, opening the ledger and reading aloud the recorded entries. "Twenty canisters of wolfsbane pitch were released under the private emergency seal of Elder Mara. They were diverted to a private storehouse near the eastern pass. The ambush on Kael Blackthorn was not an accident, Commander. It was an assassination attempt orchestrated by the very woman who sent you here today." Silence fell over the Great Hall, thick, suffocating, and absolute.

We found Benny in his usual spot at the docks, perched on a stack of crates with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a flask in his hand. His wiry frame was silhouetted against the setting sun, his face shadowed beneath his ratty old ball cap. He looked up as we approached and killed our bikes, his eyes narrowing slightly before recognition kicked in. “Talon Nash,” he drawled, “to what does this old man owe the pleasure?” I dismounted my bike and walked over to him, Dex and Norris flanking me like shadows. “Benny,” I said, nodding. “We need to talk.”

the man said quietly. "Luna ?" Jackie Waltson was taken aback when he heard that. After a little pause, he asked, "What was the end result? Is it available?" "Yes." "Get it, I need to see it right now." The other party respectfully nodded and exited. Jackie Waltson went back to his car. After20 minutes, the other party finally returned and handed the document over to him. Jackie Waltson opened the file and took a look. Appraisal of cousins...

"But Vane—" "Vane is safe," he said, pulling the car into a dark alleyway near the river and shutting off the engine. The city sounds faded, replaced by the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers. He turned to me, his eyes dark and wild in the dashboard light. "I have enough cash in the offshore accounts to keep Vane in the best clinic in Switzerland for fifty years, Sera. I don't need her money. I don't need the Vanguard merger. I just needed time to get the files from Elias."

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

“Mr. Walter, what is going on? Why is Yvonne at the press conference? Where are your other men? Are they all dead?” On the other end of the line, Mr. Walter sighed, “Ms. Hailey, all of my men in Banyan City… have been secretly nabbed by Theo’s men.” “What?” Alice was so furious she stood up. “Theo’s men got rid of your men?” Theo was just an artist, how did he have so much power? “Yes, I was shocked too, but it’s the truth.” Mr. Walter, on the other end of the line, sighed, “I have recently been targeted too. I’m being followed. I suspect that they are Theo’s men too.

This night had taken an unexpected turn. His phone buzzed. It was Jax. J: I’m in the kitchen. B: Come up to my office. Moments later, there was a knock on the door and Jax walked in with two plates of sandwiches and two beers. “Anna thought you might need this,” Jax said, and gave Bane a plate and beer. “Of course she did.” Bane smiled and gestured for Jax to sit down. As Bane took the first bite out of the sandwich, he noticed Jax trying to look around without being noticed.

" My breath caught in my throat. St. Agnes. The name of the orphanage from her file. She was using her own untraceable, personal ghost-code to override a multi-million-dollar Swiss bank ledger, and she was doing it while clearly fighting a massive wave of nausea. Vaneau’s fingers practically flew across the digital keyboard, his face flushing a deep crimson as he entered the data. The red crisis bar on his tablet suddenly flickered, flashing a pristine, automated green. "The... the variance is cleared," Vaneau stammered, clearing his throat as he hastily stood up, completely unable to meet her gaze anymore. He gathered his leather folder, his hands shaking slightly. "The Sterling conduit is

“The war records.” Elder Moren looked at her. “Ah, that’s true:” Elder Thalia leaned forward. “The Beta keeps the war records. Only he has the authority to change them.” All eyes turned to Darian. Elder Moren’s tone sharpened. “Is this true, Beta Darian? Do you alone manage the war archives?” “Yes,” he said coldly. “It is the duty of every Beta to keep them updated.” Kael spoke then, his voice even. “The Council should check them. You’ll find Silvermane erased.”

After a moment of thought, she continued, "While there are many cannibals like this, the ones they imitate are usually well-known. The most infamous among them would have to be Arthur Walton, who was even portrayed in a movie.” Tatiana watched as people in the police station busily went about their work, not wanting to disturb anyone. So, she found a spot to sit and decided to wait for Vance to return with some files. She took out her phone and casually scrolled through it, unaware that Delany was walking toward her. Delany had come over to print something. Ever since she was transferred to another department, her workload had increased. And it wasn't just her; there were other girls there t