Wolf's Blood Swordgrass Novels & Stories

Naomi didn't know what she was referring to. "Ah you don't know" said Molly seeing the confused look on Naomi's face. "The blood of the white wolf, when consumed by a witch, gives them the ultimate power boost and the ability to control full blood wolves. I can take over every pack in the US. It will help me control every full blooded Mutt in the states."

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

And then, from the edge of the forest, a great she-wolf emerged. Not flesh. Not fur. Spirit. Translucent white, eyes glowing like pale moons. I stumbled back. But her voice slid into my mind like warm honey over shattered glass. “Bloodbound.” “What are you?” I whispered aloud. Her head tilted. “You are. You were. You must remember.” The world tilted. “Remember what?” But she didn’t answer. She turned and disappeared into the forest. My legs moved before my mind did. I followed her deeper than I should’ve gone. Past the sanctuary’s borders. Through snow-laden woods until the trees thinned—and I found them.

The next time I heard about Silas was a year after he was exiled from the pack. A Beta werewolf, who was one of my subordinates, reported it to me. "I heard that Greta gave birth to a male cub. But the cub's bloodline isn't pure, and he was born with health issues. The only way for him to survive is to have an endless source of Moonshadow Grass." I remained silent. Moonshadow Grass was a plant that only grew in the core area of the Northern wolf packs' territory, where we were. It was a plant that Silas could once easily obtain.

Saw a hunter was on a wolf and she stabbed her sword on the wolf's leg. The wolf twisted its body and was trying to get hold of the hunter's neck.The hunter dodged the wolf's attack.She pulled out the sword from its wound. The wolf whimpered in pain. The sword was coated in blood. She lifted her hand in the air which was gripping the sword and was about to wolf under her. The other wolf left the dead body of the hunter behind , leaped on the hunter and bit her wrist. It pulled the hand backward while growling. The savage beast in it put more force.

he said. “The blood of a wolfless wolf.”

Cayden stood up he couldn't believe her words. "When I first saw you the woman looks exactly like you. Her hair was bright red but your's is black. Iris could you be a Blood Wolf? You're not yet eighteen there is still a chance!" Cayden was excited of his new discovery. His decision of siding with the Luna was worth it. There is still hope for the Blood Wolf bloodline.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

She was pinned to the ground. Serra slashed her sword on the grasses, cutting some of it, but more and more keeps growing, replacing the others. She could hear the wolf in the distance, sounding amused at its trapped prey. She slashed again and again, cutting the grasses, sending pieces of leaves and stems into the air like she's cutting a hair.