Weyland Yutani Novels & Stories

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

He was dressed tastefully in a YesLaurent suit, but unfortunately, his face was nothing special. For Natasha, who had been surrounded by handsome men like Christopher and Ethan since she was a child, this man wasn’t attractive at all. Wyne approached them, and gave Natasha a winning smile. "Miss Bolton, it's an honor to meet you. I'm Wyne." Natasha looked at Talia as if she wanted to say, "Are you kidding me?" She sneered. "Hah." "Mr. Wyne is the heir apparent to Zonda Group, a leading company of medical equipment in Amaron City. He adores you, and asked me to do him the favor of introducing him to you."

Especially if she were human. "If you're going to disappear on me, at least give me a heads up." I was yanked out of my thoughts by a low, whisper-yell. Casting my gaze down, I found my beta glaring up at me—a beta I had chosen after taking care of the previous beta of the rogues. Along with the previous Alpha, Huxley, I had to hunt down and put an end to the tyranny of all his followers so I could take on the role of Alpha of the rogues with less of a hassle.

"Very well then. Dryad, Yama, Ignis, and Wyot. You shall be the vanguard in our quest to vanquish the Leere Tribulation!" Wyot and the survivors knelt, abuzz with excitement.

He brutally kicked the ruined hatch completely open, exposing them to the burning, debris-choked ocean. Through the thick, black smoke of the vaporized destroyers, a massive, unmarked Vanguard extraction VTOL aggressively descended from the stratosphere, its heavy rotors whipping the boiling waves into a blinding frenzy. Hovering just twenty feet above the water, the side doors slid smoothly open, and two Vanguard medics threw down a heavy winch harness. Thirty yards away, Nikolai’s pod had already been secured, the massive Russian operative fiercely dragging a bound, screaming Secretary Thorne and a terrified Leo up the secondary ramp. Julian didn't wait for the winch. Fueled by a terrifyin

and return the solar system to its "Default-State." Avery Vane-Thorne stood on the command deck of the Ares-Prime, the flagship of the new "Tri-World-Fleet." For the first time, "Sovereign-Pilots," "Amethyst-Navigators," and "Technocracy-Engineers" sat at the same consoles, their distinct "Standards" woven into a single, functional "Combat-Frequency."

They didn't carry rifles; their right forearms were heavy, pneumatic pile-drivers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration capable of liquefying a wolf’s internal organs with a single strike. "Unauthorized asset detection," the lead construct announced, its voice synthesized through a high-fidelity speaker that rattled the glass panels of the transit platform. "Serial number #3, Zora Vane. You are currently operating under a secondary liquidation decree. Stand down and present the infant for structural reclamation." Dante let out a low, concussive rumble from the depths of his mutated lungs, his great front paws tearing deep grooves into the reinforced concrete of the plaza. The violet fir

Wynn replied politely, "That's very kind of you to say." Harry then glanced at the group and teased, "Looks like it's time for you guys to step up, too." Just then, Harold arrived with Celeste and Matthias in tow. He turned to Harry. "Father, meet the youngest Yoder. His company, YodaVision, has seen remarkable growth and is on the government's priority list for future support." He continued, "This is Celeste Rodriguez, the core technical developer at YodaVision and a rare talent in the field. The company owes much of its success to her."

"A werewolf with the initials M.Y." I frowned, eyes wide in shock. The only wolf known for those initials is... "Alpha Marcus Ysrael of the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack," I whispered, still completely shaken at what I was saying. "This is why we need to stay within territory and investigate the Alpha," he said confidently. I gawked at him. "By yourself? Dad you could have given this to the council. They have trained warriors and--" "Fuck the council," he says cutting me off.

I vanished from Kathy's world completely, and no one saw it coming. Five years later, I returned to Westlake City to visit my family. My wife, Rhea Weyland, was the sole heir to the Weyland family, a powerhouse that practically controlled the entire West Coast economy. She was tied up in a sudden international merger meeting. She had specially arranged for someone to pick me up from the airport. But I never dreamed that the "someone" she sent would be Kathy. The moment she saw me, her gaze immediately fell on the glittering watch on my wrist.