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

She turned in a slow, complete circle. The first set of eyes emerged from between two trees. Flat amber, reflecting nothing warm. The wolf behind them was enormous — taller at the shoulder than anything she'd encountered in Thorn territory, its coat matted with old blood and filth, its body radiating the specific chaotic wrongness of a creature that had been feral long enough to stop functioning as a mind. A second pair of eyes appeared. Then a third. She turned again, faster, and counted. Seven. Eight. She turned again. No — nine. Ten. There — in the shadow of the fallen oak — two more, low to the ground, already beginning to flank.

I leapt upon his chest and used my momentum to sink all of my clawed paws into his abdomen as I heard a crunch while I tore open his chest. I felt a searing pain and heard a loud pop as another intruder shot me in my side, the bullet going straight through as I turned and snarled. I didn’t have to wait long though as another pop sounded, this one from upstairs as Lucy had pulled a gun free from the body of the first and fired it into the skull of the third. The wolf fell with a sickening thud as a fourth took his place. I leapt then and sunk my death into his shoulder and neck and used that speed to flip the body and crack the head against a pan on the stove in my kitchen area. Congealed bit

The Omega charged when he saw me. I met him head-on. My claws snapped out, sharp and ready. I swiped at his chest, he dodged it. He was as fast as a shadow. His dagger slashed toward me. I twisted. The blade grazed my arm. Pain burned in my veins and blood dripped on the ground. Jeez! The pain was too deep. This wasn't part of the plan. I growled. My wolf stirred, angry. “You missed,” I hissed. “Try harder.”

Meanwhile, Chloe gave birth to a pup with pure golden fur, and suddenly her home was overflowing with admirers praising her husband’s powerful bloodline. Humiliated, Damian turned vicious. He berated me constantly, furious that he hadn’t chosen Chloe instead. In the Alliance, werewolf bloodlines fell into four ranks: Omega Black Werewolves, Beta Gray Werewolves, Alpha Silver Werewolves, and Golden Lycans. Each rank was divided further into low, average, and high categories.

His blood splattered across me, mingling with the blood of his fallen comrades that already painted my skin. I tossed the heart onto the ground next to the rest of the bodies sprawled out before me. “Probably shouldn’t wear my favorite shirts when I’m playing around,” I muttered softly to my wolf as I wiped the blood off with the sleeves of my shirt, then pushed open the door to the chamber. Before I could take a step inside, a claw shot toward my throat. I frowned, effortlessly dodging it and sidestepping to the right, locking eyes with the massive black wolf that stood before me, its growl vibrating the air.

My wrists were tied. I was cold. I opened my eyes slowly. I was in a cabin. Not familiar. But I could hear them. Voices. Wolves. They were laughing. “Is he awake yet?” “Almost. He twitched.” “Good. Alpha said not to kill him yet.” “Shame. I liked breaking his arm.” I flinched. Pain shot through my shoulder. Broken. Tied to a chair. Blood on the floor. “You awake, lover boy?” one of them sneered.

Dust covered volumes that hadn't been touched in millennia, their secrets kept in darkness. I moved silently through the stacks, looking for anything related to Ruby Wolves. Father's sudden interest in Sienna suggested he knew something I didn't—something worth breaking our long-standing neutrality with the werewolves. In the oldest area, a small chest bound in silver chains caught my eye. The lock snapped easily in my hands, showing scrolls so ancient they threatened to crumble at my touch. The Blood of the Ruby Wolf, one book read. I carefully unrolled it, my eyes widening at the lighted text.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

While waiting for Crassus to change, Lucian bit one of them. Carol yelled out as Ravena was still gripping her throat, attempting to suck breath into her lungs. She sank to the floor, her eyes unfocused and a horrible cut on her throat oozing with blood. Ravena approached Carol, her palm on her throat, halting the blood, after skirting around the four wolves fighting each other. "Oh my goodness, Carol. You'll be... fine." Some words of comfort. Carol's death would be the simplest option now that she knew they were lupus garous. Ravena was anxious for her to live.

With gritted teeth, she managed to push the rock away from the mouth of the cave, to be greeted by a terrifying wolf that stood in front of her with bloodlust in its eyes and blood on its maw. The wolf opened its maw wide, as it launched itself toward Madison to take a big bite. A scream like no other, escaped Madison’s lips before silence returned in the terrifying calm.