Wolf's Blood Swordgrass Novels & Stories

To Pride. First Blood. Another one. Creek’s smile dies. “Four?” He looks at me. At Cove. At Ash. At Pride. “Mother’s greedy.” “Mother’s done,” I say. I pull the bone knife. No more talking. I throw it. Not at Creek. At the ground between us. It hits. Sticks. And the gold vines change. They go from the knife. Out. Like a web. They touch every Blackmire wolf. Every Redfang. Every Duskbane.

I can't take the risk of going into the Blood Moon pack; that is a calling of the Wall. My wolf said with pain in her voice, I guess you would just go back home and watch our mother die slowly in your arm. I felt a little determination, crossing the borderline. I scattered the greenfield, but the Hawthorn herb couldn't be found. I spotted a different herb; it was a Lavender herb; it helps to reduce stress and anxiety, and maybe that could work out well, too. I plucked it off, running back to the pack, the pain underneath my foot only grew worse, but I didn't care. I got to our little house on the farm, running towards my mother's mat as she agonized in pain.

Gabrielle explained “The red sword is used to kill blue eyed wolves, the blue sword is used to kill red eyed wolves, the yellow sword is used to kill green eyes wolves. You can only kill then by thrusting your sword in their hearts. It hard to do that because they need to be vulnerable before you can get close so the best option is to make them step in the blood. When they step in their blood, they become immobile.” Gabrielle said as they finally got out of the forest. “I guess we have to end our talk here.” Lily commented as they approached the house.

They took what they could and tried to distance themselves from the others. Moving through the alleyways when a large 6ft wolf popped out of nowhere, making them all flinch backwards as he bared his large fangs at them. “Back back, get behind me,” she urged them before pulling out a long katana sword. The wolf didn't seem to mind as it attacked her and in a few moments she had been disarmed. The others had run in the other direction and she stared at the tall wolf in disdain, she got up and ran in the other direction hoping that it would follow behind her but to her disappointment, it didn't.

The crimson werewolves leapt forward, electricity crackling around them as they engaged in a thrilling display of power, darting with electrifying speed through the underbrush. Alpha Mike and Alpha Hugo's packs expertly maneuvered, countering with strategic movements and quick reflexes, the sounds of their clashes reverberating through the forest. The battle raged on, a breathtaking display of strength, speed, and agility enveloping the clearing. Sparks flew, and the air crackled with tension as the wolves weaved through the trees and underbrush, each pack showcasing their unique abilities and cunning.

That was because something was appearing over his body. That item was… the Immemorial Dragon Sword. The leader of the Blood Sucking Evil Wolf’s body was pierced by the Immemorial Dragon Sword.

“The sword crafted by the Mage which could kill the crimson wolf. It was your ultimate goal, wasn’t it? If we were to find the sword and surrender it to the wolves, all of their suspicions about you will be cleared once and for all because the wolves had been trying to search for it these past years as well.” I grimaced. Finding that sword was the second thing that Pa wanted me to accomplish in this marriage. He believed that the wolves would be more insistent in finding the sword. And I had to gather an intel from them. There were tales that I used to hear when I was a kid. After the wolves thought they had eliminated all the Vampires which they saw as threats to humans, there was one wolf

Thank you for reading Wolfblood. This now begins book 3 of the series, Wolfborn, which introduces some new characters and also continues Jasmine and Blake's story. Happy reading! *** GINGER Secrets. Everyone has at least one, right? Mine was that I lost my wolf. It happened a long time ago—it was an accident. It was one of those moments in life that changed everything. You know what I mean. One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision.

“How can an omega beat the Beast Alpha? Conan’s ruthless. Even I wouldn’t face him unless I had to.” He lowers his voice then, like the truth is too heavy to speak aloud. “She should be dead, Zev.” I glance at him, startled. He nods grimly. “Those Bloodclan rogues… their swords were covered with yellow wolfsbane. Enough to kill even a highborn wolf in minutes. And she survived it. Fought through it.” My chest tightens. My hands curl into fists at my sides. I want to tell him everything. Everything we found out about the legend. About the All-Blood. The signs. The prophecy. The way her blood reacted to the stone in the grove. The strength she keeps hidden beneath her skin. I want to say it al

Not with swords or wolves. But with knowledge. And blood.