Wolf's Blood Swordgrass Novels & Stories

Blood splattered the ground, mixing with the dirt into a muddy slurry. I twisted under Draven's grip, blade flashing to block an attack from one of Isaak's wolves who hadn't gotten the message. The wolf, a sleek gray female, snarled and circled, claws scraping the earth. "You're with them now?" she growled, lunging low. I sidestepped, my blade slicing across her muzzle. She yelped, blood dripping from the cut, but pressed on, swiping with paws that could eviscerate.

Am I to be sold? As I thought about these, I felt light and free. I was on a horse, charging into battle. I was holding a large sword, a large armor strapped around my body, and a quiver with arrows was tied to my back. There were shouts everywhere as other people, dressed in the same way I was, charged forward towards the enemy. I saw that there was no one in particular I was fighting but men fell from their horses as I charged towards them. And when my arrows were finished, I released my wolf, who tore limbs from limbs and wreaked havoc. Then my head hit something hard and as I opened my eyes, there were men in hoods all around me.

Her arm was out, protecting a woman with fiery red hair with her golden eyes shining as she bared her teeth at five wolves that had created a semi-circle around them. Jumping into the fray, I grabbed the neck of one of them with my teeth and tore out his fur. Swinging her sword, Olivia decapitated one that jumped in her direction and then stepped forward and threw one of her swords at me. Turning, I saw the sword imbedded into the skull of a wolf who was jumping at me from behind. She swung around and kicked the next wolf in the mouth before jamming her sword through his head.

The sleek, lethal blade of the sword glistened ominously, crimson droplets drip-dropping from its edge onto the ochre tiles that were now doused with Karen's life essence. I felt the sharp prickling sensation of a thousand needlepoints against the skin of my arms – the coarse texture of the sword handle, an unwelcome invader in my palm. My head spun chaotically as I began to register the overwhelming smell. The wolf inside me could smell blood on my hands, which I believed, come from different people. Hundreds of them. But abruptly I sniffed out the disturbingly familiar scent; the sweet aroma of roses mixed with the metallic scent of spilled blood. Karen's blood.

That was all I could do. Alpha Cruz stepped in front of me with a sword in his right hand. “If you want to hurt her. You have to get through me.” He informed, his feet placed firmly on the grass. I watched the three masked wolves turn to look at one another. They gave themselves a nod and then launched at him. The whole thing happened so fast. It was like the world had decided to go so fast because before I could comprehend it all. I found the wolves screeching in pain as they fell dead. The sound of the sword slashing through their bones was loud in my ears.

Ancient blood. This was the territory of the Blood Wolves, Eryx's pack. In Silver Moon, they told us horror stories about them since we were cubs. They said that Eryx was a monster who did not respect the laws of the Moon Goddess, that his warriors were outcasts who had lost their minds, and that his lands were littered with the bones of those who tried to cross them. I walked for hours, guided only by my healing instinct. I was looking for Artemisia or Comfrey, something to reduce the swelling in my ankles. I found a small rocky ledge, a kind of shallow cave hidden by ivy. It was the best I could do.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

So he watched them and stayed hidden. Nevertheless, one skinny werewolf appears from nowhere and runs towards the hunters, clawing his way into the back of the massive werewolf, his beta maybe. In a minute, almost half of the hunters lay dead on the snow. The skinny werewolf was suddenly hit in the shoulder by the sword, and he abruptly felt the aftermath of their nemesis. The sword with wolfsbane. Raymond recognized it—a sword with wolfsbane. The nemesis of werewolves and alchemists.

added Amelie. "Wolfsbane is made from a plant, a rare plant that grows from the blood of a sacred werewolf sacrificed thousands of years ago to stop a war between the packs. It appears in the ground where he breathed his last and grows only when there is a perfect full moon in the sky." "A rare plant that grows from the blood of a werewolf, and this plant can be poisonous. It even weakened them earlier... if so, why didn't you use this thing to defeat them from the beginning?"

But she quickly regained her composure, her hand instinctively reaching for the sword she had concealed beneath her cloak. As the wolf lunged at her, Sheila drew her sword, its blade glinting in the dim light of the garage. She assumed a defensive stance, her feet shoulder-width apart, her sword held at the ready. The wolf attacked, its jaws wide open, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Sheila dodged the wolf's attack with ease, her movements swift and agile. She counterattacked, her sword flashing in the light as she struck the wolf's side. The blade bit deep, but the wolf barely flinched, its eyes fixed on Sheila with a deadly intent.