Wolf's Blood Swordgrass Novels & Stories

"Yes, Alpha Jasper." Staring at the sword in my hands, I slowly unsheathed it. The sword was just as beautiful as the last time I had used it; the steel blade gleamed, as though it had been just freshly sharpened. When I used to use the blade a lot, I'd ask my guards to keep the sword in a mixture of Wolfsbane and Dahlia juice. It was well known amongst wolves that one slice of a blade infused with that mixture could poison and kill in seconds.

“I heard a baby crying as I passed by one of the burnt houses. There, under the boards, lay a bundle with a child. It was Yaroslava. I don't know what happened, but there was a dead man lying next to her. - Wait. Are you saying that a pack of wolves was attacked by people? “We haven’t found out for sure. In addition, at home, no traces of their stay were found anywhere else. But after she was with me, or rather with my mother, they began to encroach on me. Either the car's brakes fail, then the attack is in the evening. In general, I didn’t immediately connect it with the baby, but then ... I don’t know what happened, and why this someone needs her, but he’s definitely a werewolf, because a

If I lost the baby I would not be surprised because it had been a crazy day dealing with these rogues. Struggling to my feet, my body hurting all over and my nose continuously bleeding, I found the leader of the rogues walking towards me with a sinister smile on his face. He swung the sword he had slashed me with which had a strange scent about it. “Wolfsbane,” he said, waving the sword around. “Every wolf’s weakness. How long do you think you will survive against another slash?” My vision started to blur just as my strength finally failed and I fell on my knees.

The elders ran the blades across their palms, staining the swords with their blood. My gaze followed intently as they dripped the blood onto the eyes of the towering wolf beneath the Moon Goddess statue. With each drop of blood, the once-gleaming golden eyes of the wolf underwent a dramatic transformation. They shifted from their original radiance to a deep, captivating shade of red, reminiscent of precious gemstones. The rigid wolf's head, which had seemed lifeless before, now appeared to awaken, gaining a newfound spark of vitality. Slowly but steadily, its previously sealed jaws began to part, accompanied by the resonating sound of cracking that filled the empty hall.

But the next instant, she staggered and collapsed, the sword also clattered to the floor. Her eyes, which I thought was a deep russet, were back to being green, making me wonder if I didn't see it clearly. But the sword before her was enough proof. Even powerful alphas and alpha kings couldn't unsheathe it, talk more of using it, unless they had extremely special and powerful bloodline abilities. In the entire werewolf world, people who could unsheathe it, in addition to me, were not more than five, all alpha kings from ancient bloodlines.

"Wolf's bane!" Professor Harold's shout brings me out of my thoughts and I find myself sitting with Tessa and Tristian on my side. I don't know when my thoughts drifted away towards the idea of the fifth bloodline. "For the enemies, it is a weapon. For our species, it is poison." Professor Harold holds a flower in his hand. Wisteria. I have no experience with it, but I heard tales of how it burns our skin like acid, pulling out the flesh.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Toward my father’s resurrection. Guards came from everywhere. We fought through them. Claws and teeth and desperation. Blood splattered the corrupted earth. Some was theirs. Some was ours. I lost track of who fell. Who died. I just kept moving forward. Kept pushing toward the centre. A massive wolf blocked our path. Bigger than any natural wolf. His eyes glowed blue. Another cursed bloodline. He roared a challenge. I met him head-on. Shifted into my silver form. The First Blood surged through me. We collided like thunder. He was strong but I was furious. I tore through him. Left him bleeding and broken and moved on.

"I learned the old ways from the southern tribes before your King was even born. I boiled the gray wolfsbane in the preserved blood of the late King. A blood-bound toxin." A low gasp broke out among the elders who were listening near the tables. "Blood of the royal line," Chen Li muttered, his face turning completely grey as he stepped closer. "It consumes the wolf from the inside out using its own ancestral power." "Precisely, Beta," the Dowager hissed, her dark eyes gleaming with absolute triumph as she looked past me at Kai Feng, who was struggling to keep his feet, his knees buckling under the weight of his own body. "It is a weapon meant specifically to slaughter alpha wolves. There is

Several older wolves narrowed their eyes at the two interlopers who had spent the last few days strutting around like they owned the place. Martha opened her mouth. Closed it. “Second,” I continued, lifting the crystal box so the light caught the petals, “this is not a wildflower. This is Moon-crown Blossom. It blooms once a year for a single day, high on cliffs no sane wolf would climb. It purifies even high-grade wolfsbane. I searched for years to find it.” Aman snorted from the sidelines. “You expect us to believe that’s some legendary herb? It’s a common weed. Don’t be ridiculous.”