How Many Chapters In Wolfenstein: The Old Blood Novels & Stories

WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A GRAPHIC DEATH Willing my feet to move was near impossible. The agonizing screams filled the air along with the thick fog of smoke. Wolves were swarming the clashing groups of vampires. Quickly the open fields and streets of the town were crowded. It was horrid seeing that so many bodies were present people were fighting side by side with the lack of room. The pungent smell of copper being carried in the wind.

They might fear the sickle of death, but they could not let anyone taint their clan’s honored Priestess without retaliation. The Blood Wolves clan’s population is only less than five hundred individuals, and half of them are the old that are long past their prime, and children that are still unable to defend themselves from adult soldier werewolves of the Royal Ark clan that has been polished to endure the cruelty of a battlefield.

Thank you for reading Wolfbane. This now begins book 2 of the series, Wolfblood, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Please note that this book is quite a bit darker than the first one, and contains some triggers, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway! Happy reading! *** TALIA

A black fur wolf who was twice the size of an average werewolf finally appeared. This was Eris' true form. The Blood Wolf appeared in their presence but this wolf is angry and surely blood will flow on the ground. The loud growl made everyone whiten in fear however the rogues were not going to be intimidated by it. The rogues were composed of both humans and werewolves which is a shocking scenario for them. Everyone shouted in a war cry as both werewolves and rogues battled with each other. Blood splattered everywhere the once clean white wedding decorations are now stained in red.

Poor Alpha werewolf, bet he never thought he would be submitting to a human. NO ACTION REALLY IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT IT IS PACKED WITH INFORMATION. IT'S GOOD TO HAVE INFORMATION CHAPTERS. IT ADDS DEPTH TO STORIES. SO NO COMPLAINING LOL JK. COMPLAIN IF YOU WANT.

Of hunger. Chains clink in the darkness around me, followed by the shuffle of broken bodies. I know each sound. I’ve memorized them. There are nine wolves left alive in this chamber. Nine souls slowly being unstitched. Nine hearts bleeding into my veins. Their spirits bend under the pressure, unraveling like threadbare rope. “More,” I whisper, and the blood runes flare brighter. A cry erupts from the far corner—a female voice, high-pitched and cracking. It’s not a scream.

The air was charged with raw energy as the Tyrex wolves approached, their eerie howls filling the air with an unsettling cacophony. As the Tyrex wolves closed in, the crack of gunfire echoed through the air as those with firearms took aim, their shots ringing out in a steady rhythm. Meanwhile, the werewolves surged forward with primal ferocity, their formidable forms meeting the approaching Tyrex wolves head on. Claws clashed, teeth gnashed, and the battlefield became a frenzied whirlwind of fur and fang. Amidst the chaos, Alpha Mike's voice rose above the tumult, a rallying cry that echoed through the ranks. "We stand strong! We fight for our land, for our families, for everything we hold d

Chapter 79 Karien's Pov Just below the wall, there was a fresh drop of blood. I wasn't stunned when I saw the drops of blood. I thought it was of some animals. Then I felt strange and I had that urge to investigate more about the blood. So I dipped my finger on the blood and taste it. Now it was my time to be shocked. The blood was none other than of a human. I couldn't believe it when I knew I saw the human blood in the werewolf residence.

Steam whispers from the water’s surface as crimson flakes spiral in. Old Wolf (sniffing, cautious): “…This scent…” He sniffs the red-glowing pool again, ears flattening. A low whine escapes his throat. Old Wolf (soft growl): “She lives. The fire’s child… she bleeds.” He drinks—and convulses. His eyes roll back. His muscles lock. A howl claws up from his throat—strange, haunting. A memory from ages buried. Old Wolf (hoarse whisper, almost human):

*Chapter 66: The Counterstrike* *Word count*: ∼1715 words. Blackthorn didn’t mourn. Not out loud. Not where the pack could see. They buried the three wolves who’d died in the collapse before dawn, said the old words, and went back to work. Grief had a place in Blackthorn, but not when the enemy was still breathing. Elena stood at the edge of the graves, snow on her shoulders, Kael’s hand steady at the small of her back.