Windwalkers Mc Novels & Stories

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.

Marcel, one of my oldest and most loyal warriors, knelt before me, his eyes downcast. “The skinwalkers have destroyed four of our kind, Your Highness,” he said quietly. “They’re using dark magic, far more than we anticipated. Two of our men… had their tongues cut out. We are doing everything to heal the wounded, but—” A shiver crawled up my spine. The words painted a nightmare I wasn’t ready to face. I touched his shoulder, trying to anchor him, and yet the weight of it all pressed on me like a mountain. “Dismissed.”

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

"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."

"Don't act like you didn't know this entire mountain resort belongs to the Walker pack lines. This place is just a tiny drop in the bucket for Grant's family resources. The elders back at the Walker Ridge Estate probably don't even track the profit from this sector." I stare up at the massive stone fortress, completely lost in my thoughts. Brooke thinks I am just awed by the size of the place, but my brain is running miles a minute. For Mars, facing down the entire Walker pack lineage without Grant's protection would be like an omega trying to rip a tooth straight out of a feral alpha's mouth. It would be completely impossible. They are rooted so deep into this territory. Without Grant's alp

“You’ll find out when you see her. Use your nose. I think she’s one of us.” “One of us? And she didn’t announce her affiliations?” She shook her head. “Pack?” “Don’t think she’s aware. Something is masking her scent. I barely caught it.” A growl began in his chest. It was one thing to pass through town undetected, but to stop by the dinner and not declare which pack she belonged to meant the person was a rogue or was trying to stir up trouble and did not want anyone to know where she was from. Grayson Walker, alpha for the Silvercreek wolves, kept the peace among the packs around the tri-state area. They’ve had a few wayward rogues come through town from time to time, but nothing that got to