Windwalkers Mc Novels & Stories

Walkers were considered one of the weakest dregs of the Undead society. Just like Beastmen had star warriors, Undead also had their own hierarchy, and Walkers sat at the base of this hierarchy. Walkers were generally weak and could be defeated by even 1 Star Beastmen with little difficulty. They only became an issue when they attacked in large numbers. The cry of one Walker could attract the attention of ten more, and ten could attract the attention of a thousand more, and a thousand a million! Therein lay the strength of Walkers – the absolute ability to never be alone; yet this did nothing to change how they were looked at by both Beastmen and sentient Undead. To them, Walkers were disposa

“Are you sure that’s the right move?” I breathed in and let out a deep sigh. I was not sure I wanted to continue this conversation with him. “What move?” “Making her go with him instead of telling her to stay here.” “She’s better off with The Ethereal, Seb. You know what kind of shit going on around here.” Just two days ago, one of our guys had been ended up in a ditch because of a deal that had gone wrong. And a week before that, some of our guys had caught three members of the Night Walkers pack crossing our border. Even when I had told Xyrra that it was merely a rumor, I knew that highly likely it was the truth. The Night Walkers were truly seeking vengeance, they wanted an eye for an eye

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

For reasons I couldn't explain, my fingers scrolled through my contacts until I hit the very bottom of the list, stopping on Diana's number. My thumb hovered over the call button for a long time. Ultimately, I decided to send her a stern warning instead. "Diana, if you don't come back right now, the next full moon is going to pass us by. This is your final warning. I'll have everything prepared as we discussed. As long as you show up, I won't hold what happened before against you." … On the day of the marking ceremony, I looked at the grim-faced elders, then at the whispering guests, before my gaze finally landed on the spot beside me where my mate should have been standing.

Walker whispers in my ear and begins walking down the aisle, heading toward the doors. The braided leather whip snaps in the air with a crack, and I flinch against Walker. The whip snaps a second time, and Eric screams in pain. Walker glances back over his shoulder as he reaches the door, and when I look up at him, I can see the satisfaction in his eyes when the whip snaps against Eric's back again. Ryan and Alex push the double doors open, and Walker steps through them with me in his arms. Eric's painful screams fade as the doors close behind us.

Lucian was out in the woods, spying on a pack that had crossed him very recently—The NightWalkers. He had had his eyes set on destroying them for weeks now but as he always did, he was taking his time with this hunt. The NightWalkers' territory was just on the other side of Mooncrest pack, and it was on their territory he first caught the scent—it was faint, but aromatic. He had never smelt anything quite like it before. It called to him, alluring his primal instincts, and he just couldn't resist it.

the doctor explained. Damian contemplated for a while. As long as it was the only option they had, they would explore it. He would do anything possible to keep his mate alive. "Where do we find this walker?" Damian asked. "That's going to be quite the challenge, alpha," the doctor said sadly. "You see, walkers are a rare breed of people. They're spread out too thin across communities, with as few as one in a thousand people having the likelihood of possessing the gift." Damian's hopes sank to the ground at his words, and he was flung into a pit of despair.

"I'm her mother. What did she do this time? Did that brat get herself in trouble again? I told her to walk home, and somehow she ended up at the police station?" The officers glanced at each other. Then the taller one looked Mom in the eye and said, slow and careful, "Your daughter, Vienna Vann, was in a traffic accident this afternoon at the crossroad of Mason Road and Newhall Street. The doctors tried, but she didn't make it."

The bearded guy, with his smug expression, stepped forward to shake Grayson’s hand. “I’m Grayson Walker, alpha of the Silvercreek pack.” “Rain Cook, an alpha representative from the Iron Valley pack.” Grayson’s eyes darted briefly to his second in command. It was a signal to do some research about the Iron Valley werewolves and to ask the elders to impart their knowledge about the pack. “Let us sit. Marg bring us a pitcher of beer and some snacks at this table.” Grayson looked around to assess his position before taking his seat.

Not just anyone starts their own MC or becomes second in command of one. I had family connections, and I was now assuming that Ghost did too. Rogue didn’t trust just anyone, most of his team had familial connections to the club. Not many people came in from the outside. Back to the present time though… As soon as I locked my bedroom door behind us, Ghost had me pressed up against it, his mouth crashing into mine in a kiss that was equal parts demanding and passionate. We fought for dominance, all the time working on getting rid of the other’s clothes.