Watch Dogs: Legion Bloodline Novels & Stories

First blood had been drawn. Hati lunged again and ducked his head at the last moment, crashing into Onyx, and sending him sprawling as he skidded over the ground. ‘Stop messing around,’ I said to Onyx, and he laughed at me. He turned back to Hati as three rogues jumped on his back. Onyx’s head snapped around, and he killed the three rogues easily, crushing one’s skull with his paw as he stepped on his head. Hati lunged again and his teeth grazed Onyx’s cheek. Onyx growled once and I felt his whole demeanor change.

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

( Alyssa said) "Yes please, what does it say?" ( Mr Leonardo adds up In a hate and listened to what she had to say) Alyssa's turns her eyes and falls it on me while speaking, she says, "Life has a way of making us pay for our sins, and concerning the what you told me, yes!!! Your son is being hunted by the spirit of his dead brother". "what?" Mr Leonardo airs out in disbelief. Alyssa kept her countenance on me while Mr Leonardo vents out and leaves me behind.

Rowan lunged forward, but the dark energy formed a barrier that threw him back violently. "What are you doing?" Nyxia finally spoke, her voice laced with fury. "I'm claiming my pups!" Viggo laughed, a crazed sound. "This chain will force a link to my bloodline! Whether you want it or not, they will always belong to me!" The runes on the chain began to glow as the evil power surged toward Nyxia. In that split second, a silver light flashed in Nyxia's eyes. She felt the twins inside her stir violently. The two pups, heirs to the purest and most powerful Dawncrest bloodline, sensed the dark malice from their father. Their instinct to protect their mother ignited.

They drew their weapons and formed a wall between the Nightfang delegation and the exit. "He belongs to the dark now, Kael," Silas sneered. Ariyah didn't hesitate. She shifted, her silver-white wolf, Lyra, exploding into the room. She wasn't fighting for a throne or a pack; she was a mother protecting her cub. She lunged at the nearest Void-Dweller, her jaws snapping through its ethereal form. It felt like biting into cold smoke, but the silver of her blood—the Moon-Walker legacy—burned the creature. It let out a high-pitched shriek that shattered the remaining glass in the room.

One final sacrifice to give her a chance to escape. The creature stopped abruptly, confusion flickering in its eyes. His steps slowed, his keen nose testing the air as he crept forward. I could feel his heat before I could even see him clearly. The werewolf hesitated, as if something had caught his attention, his red eyes narrowed as he took in the scent of my blood drifting on the wind.

The rascals, Kane, even your pack, if they had known what was right. I look into the fire, my mind going. I am already about to answer when a sharp pain runs through my head, and all becomes blurred. "Freya?" The voice of Lucian is so far away, and I am possessed by the sight. In the vision, I perceive the territory of the Blueblood Pack to be burning. Wolves fight an invisible opponent with howls of anarchy. In the centre of it is Kane, with broken blood and hopeless eyes. "Kane!" My scream, and I reach, but the sight dissolves with the swiftness of its arrival.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me .” Every wolf drops to their knees . I raise my head, claws still out. “Get away from us.” He tilts his head, watching me, amused . “Such fire. I can see why my brother chose you.” “Your brother?” I spit, venomous. “You’ve got some nerve.” He gestures at Adrian’s unconscious body. “Meet Adrian Drakov. My blood. My failure. And now… my weapon.” “You’re lying.” “Am I?” His fangs glint in the torchlight . “Ask him when he wakes. If he wakes.”

she said slowly, “silver, gold, red, black… those are not pack wolves. Those are ancient aspects. Guardians of bloodlines long buried.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And if they found you… then whatever you are… was never truly lost.”

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.