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

she smiled tightly, taking a portion of wine. The man grinned contentedly and saluted back. I had no choice but to sit back and fulfill the request of the "old wolf", which, by the way, is not very old. Vadim's age is no more than forty, and taking into account the excellent regeneration of werewolves, in general, one can give in appearance much less than thirty.

The faded green paint everywhere, blotched with bullet holes framed by a web of cracks, seemed liquid and voluminous, and the elongated shadows on the high ceiling seemed about to fall on the only source of light - a dim lamp that stood in the middle of an oblong table with the same amount of time as a lamp, and everything else in an abandoned estate, living out its life alone behind a forest belt. Throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, I stamped it down and moved away from the large window, the window sill of which was littered with glass fragments with traces of both fresh and not very wolf blood. Taking on a homestead guarded by purebred wolves turned out to be easier than I thought. Th

As he stepped back to charge again, I shifted into my wolf. The door gave away as he crashed into it a final time. His wolf stumbled forward, and I used the loss of his momentum to launch onto his back, wrapping my jaw around as much of his neck as I could. The taste of his blood was rancid, and I clamped down as hard as possible before ripping my head away and taking as much tissue as I could with me. He stumbled for a moment before collapsing to the floor as an excess of blood pooled around him. My second kill.

The black wolf jumped him, driving its teeth into his other arm, and throwing the red wolf to the side. The bones in my arm were broken but it was worth it. The red wolf was defeated. I saw the deathly gaze in the eyes of the black wolf but then I heard the sound of an arrow as it flew through the air. The black wolf growled, turning its gaze sharply and focusing it on something that was just above my head. I heard another, then another and I saw the shafts as the arrows embedded themselves into the wolf. Slicing through its silky fur. I looked above me to where the arrows seemed to be coming from and I spotted the neon red of about a dozen red robed vampires wielding bows and firing more ar

Our Swamp Alpha seems to have a serious infatuation with Mj, and it seems the other wolves are either playing some serious head games or Dante's absence might have paved the way for a new wolf in our assassin's life? "Par la Lune"- English, by the moon As always I appreciate everyone who has stuck with me to this point, I was going to split this chapter into three smaller ones but I wanted to see how everyone felt about the larger single ones instead. If you would like to stay in the know with whats happening with WOTW or you just want to chat about what you love or who your favorite wolf is the F.B. group page is Author DangerBeanz Fan Page. Go check it out and as always Happy Reading!

The shelves stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I walked slowly between the rows, running my fingers along the shelves until I found the section on werewolf history. I grabbed a few thick books that looked promising and carried them to a quiet corner table near the window. The light was soft there, golden and peaceful. I let out a breath and opened the first book, skimming through chapters on bloodlines, first shifts, pack traditions… stuff I probably should have known already. I’d only read a few pages when someone pulled out the chair across from me.

I bit into his shoulder, tore hard, and he howled. We were winning. We were actually winning. But then I heard it. The thunder of boots and claws. I whipped around, ears perked, and my heart plummeted. From every entrance, from behind the shadows of the towering columns, warriors poured into the chamber. Dozens. No—more. All Shadow Blood wolves. Their eyes burned with hate. Victor let out a low, cruel chuckle as he struggled to his feet. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” he rasped.

The wolf that had broken in the first time tackled me to the ground and I struggled a bit before I got him off me, stabbing a knife beneath him and rolling him off of me. He staggered on his feet before it tightened itself, I didn't wait for the silver to take effect before slashing him again and he fell flat to his side. A gunshot resounded in the house and I glanced over to see Flora's hands shaking as she pointed the gun straight at the wolf, her head bowed from the sound of the gun that must have scared her. I glanced between her and the wolf and was surprised. There was a hole in the middle of the wolf's head that had been on top of Matt as it fell limp on top of him.

WARNING: This chapter contains underage sex (age-gap couple) Ash’s POV I pulled out my fingers, realizing that there was some blood on them. Not bothered, I liked it off, much to my wolf’s delight. He liked tasting her blood, wanting more. He wanted to sink his teeth into her neck and leave his mark there. He’d never behaved like this before… I’d had sexual partners before, and while it was an itch I wanted to scratch, my wolf had never been involved. Sure, it was an itch for him, too, but he was ready to discard them the second his itch had been scratched.

🐺ADRIAN🐺 I was ten years old again. The blood was warm on my hands, dripping from my fingers and pooling on the stone floor beneath me. It was thick and sticky, and I could feel it drying on my skin, cracking as I curled my fingers into fists. The smell of it filled my nostrils, metallic and sweet, and I could taste it on my tongue, copper and salt. Dead wolves surrounded me, their bodies twisted and broken, their eyes open and staring at nothing. The silence was the worst part. After the screams, after the chaos, there was nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing and the slow drip of blood falling from my hands onto the stone.