Wesker Novels & Stories

Jiro asked with a hint of interest in his eyes. Wesley said grudgingly, “Listen up! I am Wesley Gwake! My uncle is Jude Gwake, the deputy chief of the Viper’s Den South River Branch! My cousin is Buffy Gwake, the chairwoman of Gwake Corporation! “If you don’t want to die, you better kneel and apologize!” He mustered all his strength to look up, staring into Jiro’s eyes grudgingly. He believed with his background revealed, he would be able to deter or intimidate the Ryokanian before his eyes.

I spoke anxiously as Grey only smirked as I silently cursed myself into the inability to make a further fool out of myself. "I see you've got her warmed up so we can start...Let me get everything ready." The man turned his back, doing so with a limp, before I rose to the tips of my toes to whisper into Grey's ear. "Who is he?" "A former memeber of Aslan's pack. Not everyone else agreed with his intentions either." "How can we trust him?" "Because he saved me from myself." Alden interrupted our whispers, "Let's begin..."

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

She walks to the door, her bare feet quiet against the floor, and reaches for the handle without hesitation. She opens it. Her breath leaves her in a rush and she almost wheezes staring at the person standing beyond the threshold of her house's door. Lance Wesker stands there. He is dressed simply, no suit, no arrogance, just dark trousers and a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up as though he hasn’t stopped moving all day. In his hands is a bouquet so large it borders on absurd, filled with soft whites in lilies and dandelions and muted pastels, carefully arranged, unmistakably intentional...

They had no faces, only glowing laser scale and heavy kinetic projector weapons. The old guard systems of Aegis-Null did not see Vesper as allies. For cold logic of the Azilla protocols she was just the monster they fight outside wanted. Raven defended herself, his blade in the left, the gun in the Right hand. The blade woke up to life with a bright, blue cliche. He Vesper looked at, and at this moment the absolute danger of life prevailed between them no more mistrust. Only the cold, sharp band of two hunters in

He'd taken off his work shirt and was wearing only a tank top. The insults pouring from Wesley's mouth died instantly the moment Logan turned around. His jaw worked soundlessly, but not a single complete word came out. His eyes were fixed on Logan's exposed right arm. A bullet scar ran clean through his forearm. Above it was the tattoo of a dagger piercing a skull. That was the exclusive insignia of the Special Operations Command. Wesley's father had once served in military logistics. Growing up, he'd heard the stories about the commanding officer they called the Living Reaper.

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"