Novel & Cerita How Many Chapters In Wolfenstein: The Old Blood

Dresden’s hand found mine again, and his voice echoed in my head as much as it did in my ears: “I am with you. Always. We are together. Nothing can touch you while I stand.” With that, clarity broke through. I inhaled sharply, letting the bond ignite fully. My wolf surged forward, unrestrained, energy spilling into every limb, every strike, every breath. Dresden mirrored me, our attacks synchronized, a storm of power that no shadow could withstand. The final clash was imminent. The elder raised his hands, shadows converging into a massive vortex, swirling with corruption, feeding on fear, feeding on chaos. “You cannot win!” he screamed, voice amplified, tearing at the soul. “Everything you l

The last time I saw it was three months ago, the day he learned about the pup. And he had shattered it himself. “You should’ve stayed there then,” I said coolly, turning my gaze away. “You look exhausted.” “That’s not my home,” Chisel said, slipping off his coat and holding it out to me as though nothing had changed. His voice dipped into a practiced softness. “And besides… today is your birthday. I promised to spend it with you.” For a heartbeat, I froze. Then the cold spread through me, steady and merciless. The mate bond between wolves was supposed to be sacred—an eternal tether that tied not just hearts, but strength, survival, and soul. It was meant to endure through war, through death

Chapter 183 Scarlett Everything was slipping. I could feel it. Like sand between my fingers— no matter how tightly I tried to hold on, it kept falling away. My claws tore through the throat of the wolf beneath me, hot blood spilling across my fur as his body dropped lifeless to the ground. I barely spared him a glance. Another lunged, and I met him midair, our bodies colliding with a force that shook the earth beneath us. Pain. Rage. Noise.

Four hundred and seventeen, that’s how many I killed. I had counted each one, had memorized the horror on their faces as my wolf tore them to shreds. Some had tried to fight back—some even shifted in an attempt to put me down—but whatever magic they’d carved into my spine sent my wolf into a frenzy that couldn’t be stopped. “I never wanted to do that.” Orion shook his head, staring down at me like I was the scum of the earth. Whatever potion he slipped into my drink must’ve allowed him to see my dream. My insides churned yet again.

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Her friend's scream was piercing but brief. Five wolves were down, seemingly unmoving while Victor got to another's shoulder. The biggest of the group limped to the side, not as fast as before but continuing to get in a bite when he could. Victor jumped over the next one and took a bite at their hips while hitting the other with a strong kick to the jaw. More blood fell and she realized he was toying with them. The back of her knees hit the seat, tipping her into the car as her head throbbed and her chest heaved with leaden gasps. Pins and needles prodded at her.

ADRIAN My wolf howled—a bone-deep, marrow-chilling cry that tore from my chest like a war drum’s echo in a hollow battlefield. My blood boiled, thick and molten, as red flooded my vision. Every breath I took was laced with rage. With purpose. With instinct. “Four bodies at most,” Dr. Richmod muttered behind me as we stalked through the blood-soaked warehouse. Old blood. Fresh death. And something else—something twisted. There was a foul, slithering stench hanging in the air. A fog, black as ink, coiling like a living thing across the rafters. A shiver crawled down my spine.

“You fought like something… primal. That wasn’t your wolf. You didn’t shift.” I said nothing. “Tell me,” he continued, voice darkening, “what are you?” The question cut deeper than anything else could have. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Bullshit.” I flinched. “You killed seven trained wolves, Ivy. Rogues, yes, but strong. Smart. You didn’t just fight them — you dismantled them. You broke them in ways I’ve only seen in one place.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “In the archives of the Old Bloods.”

The betas and omega that hurriedly wanted to thee heated their movement. They saw five figures standing as their eyes glowed penetrating in to the barrier of the darkness revealing it blood red color. Some second later more presence appears behind the 5 figure a number of 1,2,5,8 10 totally 15 Alpha’s in a pack, such a freshening number. The other werewolf felt their legs become numb whole their body were dragged by their comrade allowing them to make way for the Alpha’s him down exactly ferine his heart but… it failed woefully.