Walten Files Banny Novels & Stories

A room with shelves filled with tools no sane man should own. Chains on the ceiling. Steel tables. Knives, hooks, clamps. Electric rods. Salt water. Leather restraints. Everything polished… and ready. Walter collapsed on the floor, sobbing so hard his body convulsed. Bryan cracked his neck and spoke in a calm, casual voice: “Let’s begin.” What happened next… Was not quick. Was not merciful. And was not loud. Because Walter’s voice gave out thirty minutes in. His throat could no longer produce sound.

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.

He pulled back his hand and Bane let go of him. “How about a whisky to settle the mood?” Bane suggested, motioning to the couches. “Love one. I could use something to take the edge off after this meeting,” Walker said. He walked over to the couch and sat down. The woman hurried to stand and follow him. As he sat down, he unzipped his pants. “You don’t mind me relaxing a bit?” Walker asked.

And with it, the war waiting just beyond the snow. ---

" 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.”

WREN I opened my apartment door to find Bane standing in the hallway, looking seriously out of place in his ten-thousand-dollar suit and black silk shirt. I smiled, then pulled him into my apartment while I finished finding my other shoe. “What are you doing, Little Bird?” he asked as he watched me checking under furniture and in cupboards.

Everyone had eleven files each. “So we have eleven people to go?” “Yeah.” Tequila skimmed through the files. Alegra Murphy. Watson Perez. Belle Moore. Cox Harris. Barley Hernandez. Rita Campbell. Will Reed. Howard Gonzalez. Morris Edwards. Morgan Sanders. Ross Turner. “Please go through them before we leave for the party, we’d be back here probably tomorrow morning. In time for me to grant the hostages access to the networks and all.” Bryan informed. “Sure.” Raymond played with the pen.

James exclaims as they watched the vampires ‘discreetly’ sneak into the pack, one by one. In a previous conversation with James, he intentionally mentioned that the cameras at the east wing were all bad and sounded like he was scolding his beta for that. He also didn’t forget to mention that the pack had no money to even feed all the mouths and could not take anymore expenses. Watching them all come in through the east gate was so satisfying. He could somehow see their leader feeling proud that he got this vital piece of information. He waited for a while and wanted to wait until they all got in before he started but they took so much time trying to be discreet.