Wolf's Blood Swordgrass Novels & Stories

He then gestures towards the bright red fluid, "This here, though, is what's helping your body heal so quickly. It's wolfberry essence. A very potent medication that can increase a wolf's healing ability. The only downside is how expensive it can get due to the manufacturing process. So, you can consider it another example of my care for you." He presses the tip of the blade to my throat. I began to feel my mouth fill with blood as he pushes the blade in and squeezes the bag with clear liquid,

She was still holding the sword with the blood of the Lycan dripping off it. As the silver wolf slowly turned, Emma felt a chill run down her spine. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt her hands trembling as she held onto the silver sword. The wolf stared at her, its blue eyes shining in the dim light as it snarled, and for a moment, it seemed like it was going to pounce.

My heart races hearing him calling me Bloodwrath instead of Holmes, albeit I always knew his name would become be mine eventually, I just didn’t expect it yet. “I Alpha Raven Bloodwrath, swear on my honor to lead Wolf Creek forward protecting my people, providing for them, and giving them a bright future where our community can thrive and grow,” I confidently speak loud and clear feeling everyone watching me. “Alpha Raven Bloodwrath, I present you with the new alpha sword of Wolf Creek; a Dao custom forged for you. Wolf Creek, I give you your Alpha,” Osric announces while holding the sword level in front showing off the engravings in the shapes of Norse knots and a raven with the full moon.

My lower belly. The wolf blood Cain left on my collarbone hasn't dried yet. The morning breeze grazes it, raising a prickle of goosebumps that crawls across my scalp. I lift a trembling finger and wipe at it. The tip comes away smeared with a faint, stinging red. Rex finally withdraws his sword. He looks back at me. One last, hard look. Raw. Naked. Hungry. A wolf staring at prey it hasn't swallowed yet. Then he slings that massive greatsword over his shoulder with arrogant ease and stalks toward the altar.

Lino's groan had her head snapping left and she dropped the sword, letting it clatter to the ground. "Lino," she rasped, falling on her knees beside him. "Lino...does it hurt?" She took his hand from his torso and she saw that the wound was not closing up yet. It had not healed in any way. Blood poured out of it and Lino's lips had turned pale. "The sword," he began, coughing. "I think they laced it with wolfsbane." She glanced closer at the wound. It was turning an odd shade of purple. Wolfsbane. She knew little to nothing about the herbs to place atop it.

Metal whispering in a forest that has gone quiet again. The clearing behind me feels farther than it should. Like a memory I’m already losing access to. The wolf lowers his head. I don’t wait for him to decide what that means. I move first. Left blade high. Right low. I cut in, not aiming for the throat. Shoulder. Joint. Anything that slows him. I don’t need to kill him. I just need space. He lunges and I pivot, boots skidding in loose dirt, blade flashing past his ribs. I feel the resistance this time. The give. I slice and pull back hard. Blood darkens his fur.

I carefully pick it up to return it to the bookshelf when I notice a paper fall out of the book. I place the book down and pick up what is a picture of a blood red wolf. There is nothing written on the picture so I don’t know who the she-wolf is. Now I know why they call the she wolf a blood red wolf. The main coat color is the color of blood with black socks and a patch of black on it’s chest. It’s actually quite beautiful. “If our mate is the blood red wolf she is going to be so beautiful,” says Spartan.

The Greedy Wolf! Alex only understood the fourth sword, the Greedy Wolf, shortly after comprehending the mad old woman’s teleportation array. This sword mainly represented calamity, a sword that would bring forth disaster. It had even greater power than the Seven Blades of Death. The four swords shot out together, and the fifty-meter crocodile was killed instantly on the spot. The silhouette flashed, and Alex, holding Bubbles Rockefeller in his arms, appeared beside the Usoro mother-daughter pair. The four bone swords flew back automatically to his side; on them, not a speck of dust or blood remained.

Blake secretly enjoyed William’s reaction. Unlike their adversaries, the yellow-eyed werewolves fed on the blood and flesh of animals. They eat typical things like grains, veggies, and fruits, yet there are moments when their bodies crave that type of food. Their throats become dry when they do not consume animal flesh or blood. They can’t stand it since it’s so painful, which is why they keep stock in the kitchen. Blake wouldn’t know if they were changing them every day with fresh ones because he was never assigned to the kitchen.

Neah “I…I don’t know what Blood of Wolfsbane is?” I whisper He frowns at me. “Your brother said you knew the difference between plants.” “I…” I didn’t have an answer. I couldn’t remember, not fully. “Blood of Wolfsbane is Wolfsbane fed by our blood. The leaves will have a red hue to them. I can’t imagine a child would know what it is because it is not freely grown. Your brother’s story doesn’t add up.”