Windwalkers Mc Novels & Stories

I said, and they all cheered loudly. Thirteen of us against a lot of them, and yet, the odds aren't against us. The moment the words left my lips, the air became filled with growls and the sound of shifting bones. The enemy wolves wasted no time coming at us, as their eyes burned with the desire to kill. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. We are Windwalkers! I cracked my neck, rolling my shoulders as I took my stance. My pack moved like a well-oiled machine, spreading out as the enemy charged.

Turning around, Roderick cries out, “Man. Can’t you hurry up? I am starving and we have something to attend to tonight as soon as we finish.” Glancing up into his angry face, I ask with a cool tone, “What are you talking about, may I ask?” “I will tell you more after the meal, but apparently there will be a situation that needs handling. Through various sources, I have found out that The Wind Walkers Pack has decided to hold a rave and trap unsuspecting party goers for their next meal. Surely we must stop them before it draws too much attention to ourselves.” He glances over at me with a worried look on his brow while stating the facts of the problem.

They crossed raging rivers on fallen logs, navigated through thick fog that obscured their path, and defended themselves against wild creatures that prowled the night. On the second night, as they camped beneath the stars, Marcus shared stories of his youth. "I have faced many enemies in my time," he said, staring into the fire. "Rogues, vampires, dark witches. But the Memory Walkers... they are different. They do not attack the body. They attack the mind. They steal who you are." "That is why we must succeed," Sophia said. "No one should have their memories stolen from them. Our memories make us who we are."

When someone suddenly spoke from behind me, I turned to see who it was, and I almost leaped with happiness when I saw Damon beaming at me with his hand behind him, like if he were a Prince, coming to rescue his princess. "Damon!" "So, where is the kid who always appears out of nowhere?" "Kid?" “Amoux—” "Lovely day to each and every one of us and to everyone who attended our ceremony. I wish to inform you that today is an important day for the Nightwalker and Wind Winders packs." He couldn't finish what he was going to say seeing as Lycan started talking and everyone was already paying attention to him. "Here it goes." Damon's whisper piqued my curiosity. What is happening?

Everyone in this territory knew the Moonlight Walkers, they were the pack that prided themselves on ‘traditional values,’ which was just a fancy way of saying they treated women like property and hybrids like dirt. “The Moonlight Walkers,” Romani repeated, his voice thoughtful. “Led by Alpha Silas. A man known for his... lack of imagination and his excessive greed. And you’re the one who ran. The hybrid daughter who was supposed to seal an alliance.” “I’m the girl who didn't want to be a breeding prize,” I corrected him, my voice trembling with rage. “And I’m not going back. Not for you, not for the Moon Goddess, and certainly not for some 'mate' bond that only one of us can feel.”

The room was big and Malachi could count about a hundred witches from his peripheral vision and he knew they would be more of them if he should count well, making this the biggest coven he had ever stumbled upon. “I never thought I would see the day,” the woman said, “Nightwalkers and Night howlers walking together.” “Please, we bare no ill will,” Malachi said. “I know, that is why our doors opened for you, if not, you would have never passed our runes and spells.”

I replied while Dre too nodded his head in agreement. “But how will we enter the Night Walker Pack Land ?” Xeon asked worriedly. “The Night Walkers deal with a lot of underworld thugs. I am pretty sure their security will be as tight as Dre’s ass and we don’t even know how will we find the pups in their huge pack land,” he added. “Oh God ! Do you ever stop with your sexual innuendos ever ?” Kyler grumbled while Xeon showed him the middle finger.

Kyrell answered calmly. Wrapping his arm around Keir’s shoulder, Kyrell teased, flashing a bright smile, “Bro, you better pay me this with interest or I am gonna steal your exclusive maid.” Squinting his eyes, Keir threatened playfully, “As if I will let you touch her!” ~~~~ The sky started to get brighter already. With the arrival of dawn, some birds started their melodious chirping from the trees on both sides of the path. The vast inner territory of the Night Walker clan houses began to get livelier.

If she found out, she’d leave in a heartbeat, and I’d lose everything. The lords exchanged uneasy looks. Lord Armand leaned forward, his expression serious. “Then you find a way to make her agree to it. There are so many ways to make a woman be with you. Because I do not think you understand the severity of the situation. There are problems brewing in our exportation sector, and disturbing reports from the pack borders.” “What kind of problems?” I asked, frowning. “Skinwalkers,” Elder Bernard replied, his voice low. “They’ve been attacking and eating our guards.”

His presence seemed to command the very earth beneath him, but even that wasn’t enough to quench the rising of terror that surged through me. The beta, seated beside me, rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as if preparing for a casual workout. “This will be fun,” he said, grinning at the sight of the advancing creatures. Fun? Was he insane? I signed frantically, “We need to leave! They’ll kill us all!” He shook his head, his grin widening. “Not with the Alpha here. He’s stronger than all of them combined.” I wanted to believe him, but the skinwalkers were creatures of nightmares—beings that thrived on bloodlust and destruction. They were nearly impossible to kill, their power unmatched