Walten Files Scary Novels & Stories

She looks back at the file. “W-17 walked out.” Marcus’s expression changes then. A small tightening around the mouth. The first real crack. “We left.” “Through a door?” “A service gate. Backup power failure. Ninety minutes.” “Convenient.” “Planned.” “By you?” “Yes.” Maya holds his gaze. “How many walked?” “Thirty.” “How many made it past the second week?” His answer comes flat. “Twenty-nine.” She does not say she is sorry. The apology rises automatically, soft and useless. She stops it at her teeth.

She was feeling uneasy without Zendedari’s touch and didn’t want Raven to notice it. He had withdrawn only a short time ago, yet she felt uncomfortable, more than simply uneasy. She longed for the comfort of his mind touch. "Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should destroy these papers. I’d hate to think that disgusting Walter and Ray would find a way to use them against anyone. That man is a sociopath. I mean it, Raven, he’s truly sick."

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

The timed upload of the recording was my final "testament," my farewell to this absurd soul-bond that had brought me nothing but pain. I had scheduled multiple videos and documents to release over the coming weeks, ensuring Alaric would face a slow, relentless unraveling of his carefully constructed facade. When the first video unleashed a storm of public outrage across werewolf social platforms, I was already far away, sitting in a modest cabin in a pack territory three hundred miles from my original homeland.

The wind whipped around us as if the forest is confirming. “Why can’t we smell that he was a wolf? Even a rogue born wolf has a scent after death.” Elara questions, and Walt scoffs again, like she missed an easy question on a test. She stiffens next to me, but gives no other indication that she heard him. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

"Uhm. . . do you guys need more help? I'd be happy to lend a hand, if guys need to." "Are you sure?" I questioned, arching a brow at her offer. "The things inside the files can be. . . more insidious than what you expect. I'm not trying to scare you, but I just want to warn you. Trust me, I'll be having nightmares and not going out alone anymore. Too scared to be kidnapped." "I think I'll be fine." ☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎

They were talking in hushed tones, their conversation distorted by the thick stone walls but I caught enough. “…one more time,” Wally was saying, “…the third night must coincide with the full moon. He won’t question it. He’s too far gone now.” Dagna laughed, a cruel, low sound. “And she’s already breaking. You should’ve seen her today. Pale, shaking. He doesn’t even notice. His guilt keeps him blind.” “She’ll die from the inside out,” Wally murmured. “That’s the beauty of it. We don’t even need to lift a finger.”

The crickets in the woods had stopped chirping and the air was suddenly thick with dead silence. I was about to run in the other direction when I was hit hard and sent flying from behind. I screamed and then quickly looked back to find a grey-colored wolf snarling back at me hungrily, drooling. "Please, stay away from. me …" I whispered, my eyes wide as saucers. Present Day. The Elder and Selene didn't spend long in the cafe. They kept talking about some kind of document called The Dom file. I had no idea what it was or what it was meant for but it was the first thing I began to search for when I got back to the pack house.

“If she’s a good witch, she’ll see what Thea has done here, what she’s doing with her goddess gift, and she’ll see that Thea is worth protecting and can be trusted. Hopefully, we can build a friendly alliance, and she’ll help us.” Everyone nodded. “Walter, tell them what you found back east.” “I visited the ghost packs,” Beta Walter said. “By the time I got there, tracks were old or gone. From what I gathered when I interviewed the people who investigated when it happened and what I was able to see myself, there were signs of vampires, werewolves, witches, even humans. People rationalized it away. They’re sticking their heads in the sand. No one wants to believe they’re all working together,

" He took her order then loped out the front door to his car. As she watched him she was struck again by the animal grace of his lean body, the sleek pelt of hair on his head, the easy way he moved. Wolf! Man! I am certifiably insane. Everyone knows there are no such things as werewolves. Shifters. They're just legends and myths. But after last night and this morning, and with Halloween casting its paranormal air over everything, it was hard to dismiss her thoughts out of hand.