Wesker Novels & Stories

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

“I mentioned it in passing at the river bank earlier.” “Is that why Alpha Nolan’s little skid mark of an heir felt entitled to touch you and say such vile things?” A shiver runs through me at his overpowering aura. There’s no more denying it: sentry guard or not, Rafael isn’t a low-ranking wolf. His power rivals his alpha’s and dwarfs everyone in River Crest easily. “Wesley Wrest is a known bully and lowlife. And, yes, he’s also known to abuse his position as the future Alpha because of this,” I reply calmly, despite my rising anxiety making my heart race.

The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching with dark satisfaction. His name was Viktor Kessler, a disgraced scientist with a vendetta against the werewolf packs that had exiled him years ago. Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance.

As an Alpha werewolf, my physique was robust, and my reflexes were swift, propelling me ahead of my peers and quickly establishing me as the leader of my specialized team. However, everything shifted five years ago during a mission involving a terrorist known as Eclipse. The reality was, it wasn't Eclipse itself but an impostor using its name to wreak havoc and inadvertently entangle citizens in a foreign country. Our team was dispatched for a rescue operation, and I was on the brink of capturing Eclipse's trail.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

Beautiful and sexy had to be an understatement when she walked in with that lingerie on. I wasn’t like the others; I’m an Alpha, not moved by the slightest of things and women, such evil weapons known to be the greatest killers of men. They are more effective than poison, and I must say, they rupture every part of your organ till you can’t breathe no more. “Check out her background for me.” Gemy saluted. He has drawn the arrow out of his legs and has found a way to remove the wolfs bane from his body. He didn’t waste time heading out the door; the fear of getting hit was quite terrifying.

Not from fear, but because they know what I am. I am the Alpha who killed his own father. The ruthless man who ruled a continent. I am the protector of the Blackmoor Pack, but that is not all. Today I am something different. Today, I am not just fighting for territory; I am fighting for her. “Hold the line!” Wesley’s voice cuts through the chaos. I see him ten yards away, blood streaking his jaw, holding formation like a pillar in a collapsing storm. “Gaven!” he shouts.

Reaper and two others hauled Tank’s massive, bleeding frame toward the emergency stairwell, laying down a barrage of covering fire. The bullets hit the Null-Commander and simply ceased to exist, swallowed by the void-armor. The entity didn't even flinch. It pointed the tip of its blade at Dax. < ANOMALY DETECTED. DESIGNATION: WOLF. > a soundless voice echoed through the lobby, causing the security feed to stutter with static. "Designation: Your worst nightmare," Dax growled.