Windwalkers Mc Novels & Stories

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

"The Mountain Ridge heir publicly defying his Alpha, rejecting a major political alliance, and claiming you as his mate seems pretty significant to the overall political landscape." "Which is still secondary to the threat we're facing," I counter, redirecting to safer territory. "Dane brought critical information from the Mountain Ridge archives. These Skinwalkers are servants to something called Void Walkers. Ancient entities that were imprisoned long ago." Liam allows the subject change, though his expression suggests this conversation isn't over, merely postponed. The problem is, the pain he caused me doesn’t just disappear because fate has other plans. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.

"I have been conducting extensive research on the nightwalker evolution. Specifically, comparing the two different types we have encountered—what I am calling the black walkers and the red walkers." "Red walkers?" Alpha Eli interrupted. "What makes them red?" "They've red skin and also the substance they leave behind," Todd explained. "Red sand, red dust. It appears at every attack site where these evolved nightwalkers have been present." Several Alphas exchanged glances, clearly recognizing what Todd was describing from their own experiences. "Continue," I encouraged. Todd pointed to his sketches. "The black walkers are what we have historically encountered. They are strong, fast, aggressiv

There are chairs on the stage for Victor and Bonita. At last, Madison walks out. Her mother has already taken her place next to her father. Madison looks gorgeous, and tonight, we will have a feast. Madison and I will run with the Black Raven Pack when the moon is at its highest. The Shadow Walkers Pack is celebrating with us. Only their border patrol will be at their back, but nobody will have trouble tonight because everybody knows they are here and close by. They can return quickly to their pack if there is any trouble.

The Ambush at Moonspire Valley They were two days in when the ambush hit. Shadow-walkers—creatures born of Council sorcery and wild curses—swarmed the narrow pass. Their claws were silver-tipped. Their eyes glowed blue. Lucien roared, shifting mid-air. Darius snapped spines without blinking. Kael channeled pure heat from his palms. Jax dragged Ava behind a fallen stone. Rowan fought at her side, blade in one hand, magic in the other. But there were too many.

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.

Cassana justified herself without a hint of shame on her face. They enjoyed the scenes visible from above the mountain path as they continued on their way. At some point, Della and Anom were walking while holding hands. As for Cassana, she was walking ahead of them after Anom "challenged" her that she couldn't walk faster than him after eating so much. They would separate their hands whenever Cassana turned around to give Anom a smug look. Anom just played along by showing a defeated expression while shaking his head. This made Cassana pleased, as she walked even faster.

Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition…. - Their?! The sorceress called YOU a Wanderer! Vic exclaimed. “Yes, I did,” Matzher agreed easily. - And it just so happened that the Wanderers do not give their blood. Too much power is being transferred. Yarsi let out a short breath. “I understand, that’s why you can’t help me.

His small hand clutched the hem of her tunic, his knuckles white in the gloom. "The shooting stopped because they found something better than bullets," Pella replied, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She leaned her ear against the thin metal floor of the vent. Far below, in the grand hallways of the Montague Estate, she didn't hear the heavy boots of the Triple-Blood guards or the rhythmic shouting of Somito’s scouts. Instead, there was only a sickening, rhythmic hum—a sound like the air itself was being bruised. It was the sound of the Void-Walkers, the Queen’s elite, moving through the physical world as if it were nothing but a thin veil of silk.

Maris didn’t say a word as we walked, but I could feel her eyes flick toward me now and then, curious. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the air damp and heavy with the scent of earth and wet ground. The corridors were buzzing with movement as servants and warriors hurried about, preparing for the evening’s gathering. I tried to ignore the way their whispers followed me the daughter of no pack, the girl who disappeared and somehow returned under the protection of the Lycan brothers.