Wesley Allan Gibson Novels & Stories

I asked, and she shook her head. “No, I tried figuring it out, but from what I understood, he has vampires as friends, and one of them was Count Elijah Grimaldi” “An Italian” “And a very rich one” Natasha said “he comes from the older families of the renaissance, the House of Grimaldi, and it seems like he’s known Mancini for a long while; but Mr. Grimaldi has no ‘friends’ in terms of friendship. He has a son, he’s also a vampire, alongside a hybrid mate. The woman was initially a wolf and he shifted her when she neared what they would call his human age. His son was born a wolf and his father shifted him to a wolf on the time of the black death”

They need me to sign off on different things and, of course, have one annoying question. This is why I’m on a zoom meeting with the sub-Betas of the other cities my pack lives in throughout my territory. “When do we get to meet this new Luna we’ve heard about?” Wade questioned with a smirk. I sighed as this sent Robert and Brett into a frenzy as well.

his voice flickered as I made my way out of the room. Entering my office, I locked the door of my forbidden room. That wasn’t the name I used for it the first time I created this room and Red Eyes. He was one of my best friends. My only robotic friend. Red Eyes showed me everything I needed to see and answered my every question. My major reason for creating him was because of my desperation. The desperation to find a solution to my sickness. But Red Eyes couldn’t help with that aspect of me.

Wesley came In the office with a picture in his hand, with that smile on his face im hoping it's good news. “ What did you find?” I ask him as Wyatt and the girls walk Into the office, once everyone is seated Wesley starts to explain what he found “ Well, Do you guys remember the Alpha that despear out of nowhere and two years later his son show up and took over his role in the Council members?” Damn that's a long question he better have a good reason for it “ Yeah I remember him, uhm” I snap my fingers trying to remember the guy's name “ Oh right, Gabriel something” I finally say.

Wesley sat behind his sleek mahogany desk, the light from his computer casting a soft glow on his chiselled features. He had been working late into the evening, his mind consumed with numbers and spreadsheets. It was then that he heard the familiar "ping" of a new email arriving in his inbox.

And he was going to bring her home. He called his betas and gathered the elite wolves of his army. Jacob and Edward, Serena’s brothers, had become his fiercest allies since the disappearance. They didn’t speak much about their father. But Alexandro could see the same doubt reflected in their eyes. They knew something wasn’t right. And they stood by Alexandro without question. Alexandro pointed to the ancient map spread out before them. “Here,” he said, tapping the east coast with a gloved finger. “Past the mist-covered shores. Beyond the fog line.”

A single email glowed on the massive screen in his home office: INVITATION: THE WESLEY FOUNDATION REBIRTH GALA He read the name over and over again. Cassian Wesley. Smiling. Confident. Wearing white like an angel fresh from sin. Julian clenched his jaw and walked to his bar. He poured whiskey not because he needed it, but because destruction always tasted better with ice. He stared at the invite. “So, you want to play, Cass?” he murmured. “Fine. Let’s play.” He picked up his phone and dialed. “Move the timeline up,” he said when the other end picked up.

He certainly looks like he wants to—his jawline is hard. Yet, oddly, beneath the thinly veiled threat, it feels almost as if Blake is trying to give me a piece of advice. His eyes are glinting as if he’s challenging me to find the answer. I think back to that book again. There was an experiment that declared a substance that affected a wolf’s ability to heal, and, in large doses, was deadly. Dread fills me. “Wolfsbane,” I say. “Good girl,” says Blake.

“Always the fucking lackey, Gibson –“ My heart starts to pound even as Tony steps fully in front of me, as my eyes dart between them. No – there’s no way – Gibson always tried to calm Wright down – always the voice of reason – “No,” Gibson snarls, his eyes shifting to me. “This isn’t for Wright. This is for Atalaxia.” Then he moves. Gibson darts fast towards us as a panicked shout breaks from my lips, knives slipping from his sleeves and into his hand. Faster than should be possible, he’s across the tent to me, dodging around Tony, slashing. My hands are up, blocking the blow, and I scream as I feel the knife rip across my palms. Instantly flames erupt somewhere in front of me – but I’m too

He nodded at the priest who smiled back at him. Alpha James continued, “Earlier this week, I asked Bernard if I could have a few minutes tonight to make an announcement to the pack. Looking around and seeing how many have joined us, I can see that word travels fast! I am sure you’re all just as anxious as I am to celebrate the good news that I will be revealing tonight. It is with great pride that my mate, Luna Sienna, and I announce that our son, Blake, recently graduated with his business degree from the werewolf-led Grey Wolf University in Siberia. With this update comes even better news that he will be returning later this week and will spend the remainder of the summer preparing to beco