Watch Dogs: Legion Bloodline Novels & Stories

Rex asked, his eyes burning into hers, demanding answers, true answers. "Have any of you heard of the Nightshade Alpha Line?" She stopped, looking at them all. “No? Well let me inform you that what you have learned about the Brotherhood of the Wolf were lies." She held their gazes. "Wait! I remember something about a hidden wolf line that was hunted down and eliminated because they had no control over their bloodlust. How can Jo be part of the Nightshade Line? You all have humans now. Nightshade Line wolves existed before wolves were cursed with a human side. Is that what you are talking about?" Kit asked, curiosity peeked instantly.

I also wanted to kill them. “The war was ugly. But the worst of it, was right at the start. Jamie and Lana were called out for a strange sighting. Lana was a badass wolf, a warrior as good as the best of them. They went together, along with a handful of warriors to investigate. Two wolves returned. And neither was Jamie or Lana. These wolves were badly beaten. They spoke of how they were ambushed as they came around the bend of the largest rock. How they were waiting on the rocks and came down upon them. They couldn’t smell them, couldn’t sense them. They were invisible. And the first things they did, was kill your parents.” “Who.”

"Territorial sovereignty is suspended in the presence of confirmed Silver lineage. You have sixty seconds to step aside, Alpha Blackwood, before I add obstruction and high treason to your evening." Xander looked at him. "Sixty seconds," he said. "Fifty-seven now." "Right." Xander tucked his hands into his pockets. "I'm going to need you to explain something to me." Dane blinked. Just once. "I'm not here to explain—" "The Blood-Hound howled. That's the signal, correct? That's your probable cause." Xander tilted his head slightly. "But a howl isn't a blood test. A howl is an animal reacting to a scent. And scent can be contaminated, carried, transferred. I had three Silver-adjacent wolves pass

The Council’s most ruthless hunter. And it was already tracking their scent. The first scream tore through the camp like a knife. Rio bolted upright as silver-eyed vampires rushed past the window. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. “They’ve found us,” Odessa hissed, her crimson coat swirling as she unsheathed twin daggers. Claude’s voice roared outside. “TO ARMS!” The Bloodhound struck like a shadow. Seven feet tall, its black cloak shredded by thorns, its pale, eyeless face framed by a mane of tangled hair. Long, jagged claws gleamed in the firelight as it tore through two rebels in a single swipe—one headless, the other split nearly in half.

For it was more prudent to do this. “I guess I owe you more now,” the young man lifted his head to reveal his handsome features. His green eyes stared intently at the Brute King’s figure with a bit of adoration. His complexion was darker than a regular inhabitant of the Mainland and his aura carried a great demonic smell. This young man was the last member of the Silver Wolves; the one the others had never met yet only knew; he was the team’s alchemist and the first person on Zandor to experience the Second Awakening; his name was Legion!

The wolves flinched under it. “They’re merely puppets,” Lucian whispered. His gate pulsed wider, shadow licking at the ankles of the controlled wolves. The threads quivered, and the leader was lunged forward. Marcus met him mid-air. The collision caused a massive crack to run down the grounds. This was bloodline against bloodline. The wolves attacking us shared ancestry with those defending us. Old loyalties corrupted through something that understood how to move through inherited trust. “They used the blood wards,” I realized aloud.

I drop the last ladder as my boots land on the floor. I find dry land and put him there. “I can't fight what I am,” he whispers. “I can't.” A tear slips down his cheek. He looks immaculate even with our present situation. The scent intensifies again, but now it's thick, sweet, and heavy. Above us, the hounds start barking, the Omega heat has peaked, and boots slam against the pavement. Voices shout commands out to the hounds. They are genetically engineered wolves bred by the academy, creatures that can smell a drop of blood.

Her eyes went wide with genuine terror. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "You can't…this isn't…" The entire temple went silent. Every wolf…Millen's soldiers, everybody in the temple felt it. The presence of something they'd only heard about in legends. A True Omega. A Pure Bloodline. The kind of wolf that came once in a generation. “You thought you had won, you thought that my mate was dead?” I said, looking at Damon that lay lifeless. “Pretty words, your mate is dead!” millen said ,but now, I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

Find her trail, now. He replied, tense: Understood, Damien. The bloodhounds struck our eastern border well. I’m following the progress of Silver Veil. Stay sharp. The connection clicked closed, and I gave a sign for my team to search the lab, my heart a war drum. Then all hell broke loose — The Bloodhound guards, Roland’s men, burst through a side door, their silver-tipped blades flashing and their snarls a wall of vengeance. “Vellex scum!” one bellowed, catching sight of me, knowing I was the man who had Julian, anger pulsing off his body. I spun, my claws and teeth a whirlwind of black fur, and leaped for the nearest guard, his chest blowing open in a gout of blood over the vats. It was a

"Show them how the First Blood purges a line, Natalia." Natalia smiled, a cold, lethal expression. She closed her hand into a tight fist. "Legions," she whispered. "Harvest." From the shadows of the upper ridges, the Royal Lycan Legions appeared. Hundreds of heavily armored Lycan warriors, their eyes glowing a fierce crimson, dropped from the cliffs like black meteors. They didn't shift into common wolves; they fought in their massive, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, wielding heavy iron broadswords and silver-rimmed shields.