Walten Files Characters Novels & Stories

She didn't say a word to him either as she retreated to her room. Dorothea was still tucked in bed. Avery sat on the edge, plugging the drive into her laptop. The files were meticulously named by date—Wenger's signature style. But at the bottom sat a file with a scrambled string of characters. She stared at it. Wenger didn't make mistakes. She reversed the string in her mind. A date. And at the end, a single letter: D. Her heart skipped. The ring from the explosion site... the engraving inside was also a D.

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

A low hum like memory breathing. Charlotte whispered. “Ava. If you're here... show me.” The hum deepened. Then the interface blinked. “Secondary user confirmed.” “Spinal branch: AVA.L.0043A” “Archive access granted.” A new file tree unfolded. She hadn’t seen it before. No one had. Because Ava had hidden it in the root. The very origin of the thread. Inside the branch were 143 logs. Encrypted. Charlotte opened the first. It was Ava’s voice — younger, breathless, uncertain.

The characters were raw, unformatted ASCII text, typed by unknown hands on offline devices miles away from us. ​MARKET SQUARE SECURE. CAPTAIN’S MEN ARE CONFISCATING PHYSICAL COPIES AT THE MOTOR PARK, BUT THE FILE IS ALREADY IN THE TAILORING SHOPS. PASS IT ON. ​KADUNA LINE OPEN. SHARE VIA BLUETOOTH UNDER THE SEATS.

“Take this file and make two copies for me. We need this for the investment meeting with Mr. Erlington tomorrow.” The timid woman took the file from him obediently, but Wally glared unhappily at her. “What are you doing? This is your comic, isn’t it? Why are you acting so scared instead of making copies openly? Make sure nothing goes wrong with this. You’ll be rewarded once everything has been set in stone.” A sad look flashed in the timid woman’s eyes when she heard what Wally said. What did he mean when he said this was her comic? It was not hers at all. It clearly belonged to Mabel, but…

Then reached for the next file. Opened it. The door opened.

"Clean up this mess. And open the vault. My son wants his mother."

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

He muttered, mockery lacing every word of his. I shook my head fast, my eyes almost bulging out. I went on my knees quickly, grabbing his leg, “Walter please. I followed everything you said. Please. Please. Don’t listen to them.” He kicked me away, lowering his eyes and eyeing me, “I, WALTER THORN REJECTS A DESPICABLE PERSON LIKE YOU, ALICIA WILSON AS MY MATE AND BANISH YOU FROM THIS PACK!” He lowered himself to stare at me in the ground, the pain of the rejection burning cruelly in my chest, “You have five minutes before you leave here before you get eaten by the hounds.”

ROWAN NB: Conversations between characters and their wolves are made internally. “Now, what do you have for me?” “I gave him the note as you requested,” Alden says as he walks towards me to hand me a disk. “It took a while for him to get what you wanted but he got it.” I take the disk for him before placing it into my laptop. A few clicks later and a series of moving images play before me. Different, unfamiliar wolves can be seen moving around the city in one video, on another we can see two different sets fighting with each other, while a few others watch from the sidelines.