Walten Files Felix Novels & Stories

I nod and grab a handful, throwing a couple in the air and catching them in my mouth. “Oh, I see how it is!” Rob exclaims. “Of course, when I ask, you tell me to fuck off, but Kieran can have as many as he wants!” “That’s exactly how it is,” Mateo deadpans. “Die mad about it.” “Mateo’s trying to secure that sweet birthday sex,” Alex jokes. “He has to bribe him.” Mateo leans in close to my ear, breath tickling it as he asks, “Is it working?”

The kind of room where ledgers used to be balanced and people who asked too many questions didn’t make it to lunch. Felix—young, wiry, the kind of kid who looked like he should be solving Rubik’s cubes on a street corner for tips—stood next to a metal filing cabinet that had seen more crimes than a crooked senator’s email server. He didn’t say anything yet, but his fingers kept tapping the same rhythm on the desktop, like a secret code meant for correctly tuned ears. I stepped in behind him, careful as a cat walking across piano keys. Still blind, still playing the innocent marble Madonna, but every nerve under my skin was wound tight enough to slice glass.

While we were all required to take French in school, I had never quite picked it up. “Bonjour, Alpha Blake and Beta Lucas. I’m going to assume you have news,” Alpha Antoine greeted us in his French Canadian accent. “Good morning, Alpha Antoine. Alpha Blake speaking. One of my patrol officers has informed me that the scent from an unfamiliar werewolf pack was discovered just outside the borders of our pack. We’re concerned that our pack might be being cased. Do you have any information on your end?”

Why does it appear that the two are inseparable at all times? Anna considered reading the last email sent by Zero. And here is the word from Zero himself. 'Mrs. Davis. These images and evidence demonstrate that Felix and Marcel were acquainted prior to the founding of AMA Entertainment. And for the final image, I discovered that Felix is Marcel's assistant, although no one is aware of this yet.'

I replied, pushing past him without waiting for permission. His apartment was dark except for the glow of multiple monitors illuminating the walls in a cold blue light. Cables ran across the floor like veins. Screens flickered with data, code cascading endlessly. His name was Felix. He shut the door behind me. “You said it was urgent.” “It is.” He motioned toward a chair. I didn’t sit. “I need everything on Alexander,” I said. “Every record. Every erased file. I want his past dug up like a corpse.”

"If that is your real name." Waylon sighs, looking bored; he is a phenomenal actor. "What do you want, Felix?" "I just wanted to introduce you to our new guard, Christian Ball," Felix says. Waylon looks like he wants to laugh, hiding it behind a cough. "Nice to meet you, Ball." "I just told Christian my theory," Felix boasts. "He believes me." Waylon quirks an eyebrow. "Really? Then he's as dumb as he is pretty, just like you."

The moment she said that, several people turned toward the right side of the hall. A man in his fifties sat there with a few scholars and technical experts. He wore simple formal clothes and had a calm face. I had heard of him before. Mr. Felix was well known in the wolf-tech field. He had helped several packs decode old devices and repair damaged code systems. “Mr. Felix was my teacher for a while,” Lilian said. “We are close, so I believe he won’t refuse to help me with something small.” Some people looked impressed.

Sure, he knew that bastard Felix was scummy, but he didn't think that he would be daring enough to sell the pack out to a spy. His eyes glinted. He was already unhappy from what Lena said to him, but he still couldn't help wanting to get revenge for her. She assured him that day that he didn't approach her again, but he couldn't be reassured until he had clipped Felix's wings. His fingers danced over the screen, and after a moment, it showed that he had sent those files to Tristan's private mail.

My father lowered tone,“The way he sounded when alpha James was kidnapped by him. I thought he was just making empty promises. Now I know he is the real deal. I will ask wolves to run checks on him.” “I couldn't withstand the horrible killings of two of my life by that wicked wolf, called Poison ,” Felix said, “they were butchered, torn to shreds like hotdog meat fed to dogs. I couldn't stand the horror.” I gasped quietly, my hands flying to my mouth. ‘No way! Two elders dead?’ “I will run a background check on him if he can agree to work with us…” Alpha Felix shuddered in fear. “But if he refuses we will surely look for a way to take him out?”