Wolfenstein Old Blood Chapters Novels & Stories

Fragile and written in ink so dark it has almost bled into the parchment. The Era of Blood and Moon. That is the title of the first chapter. I begin to read. At first, it is history. Names. Dates. Treaties that failed. Alliances broken. Wolves and witches who once guarded the forests together, who shared moon rituals and sacred ground. Then the tone shifts. Fear creeps into the words. It speaks of wolves growing restless, suspicious of magic they could not control. Of alphas who feared losing dominance. Of witches accused of curses they never cast, blamed for failed hunts, sick pups, barren lands.

"Was he referring to Sophia's uncle, Mr John? And what was so special about this necklace to worth twenty million dollars?" So, he dragged his senses throughout the auction room to check if his werewolf instinct was mistaken about the Mr Lambert being announced. Sadly, his werewolf instinct was proven wrong when he confirmed it was not just John's scent that he sniffed but Eric's as well. Then, he dropped his gaze to his wrist where the barcode of his lifeline was marked on. Nicholas knew that if his lifeline dropped to zero, he will certainly die. On the other hand, Nicholas could not help but ask himself if he will die as well when his lifeline remained in its digits after he pulled the bu

"Yet amidst the chaos and bloodshed, two souls dared to defy the norms of their time, forging a connection that would forever alter the course of our history." As they ventured further into the chamber, they encountered a series of ancient scrolls meticulously preserved within ornate chests adorned with symbols of both clans. With trembling hands, Seraphina unrolled the first scroll, her eyes widening as she beheld the handwritten accounts of the Werewolf Heir and the Vampire Heart, their words resonating with a passion and intensity that transcended time itself.

I said, and my voice didn’t shake nearly as much as I expected it to, “then I’m done running.” I pressed the blade into my palm. The first drop of blood hit the bowl. Every candle in the room exploded into silver flame at once, and the floor trembled beneath my knees like the castle itself had exhaled. ⸻ Far away, in a hall still stained with my blood from another kind of ceremony, Alpha Lucien Blackthorn clutched his chest and went to his knees without knowing why. His wolf tore through him with a roar that had no source, no enemy, nothing to fight but the impossible thought crashing through him all at once.

Mafia Alpha ready to destroy anything in his way. Luca shook my arm hard. “Answer me!” My heart hammered. Cum still dripping down my leg under the red dress. Fresh marks burning on my skin. My wolf thrilled. My brain sc reaming. Everything was about to explode. End of Chapter 9

And the currency is blood. [Watch Out for the Next Chapter]

NB: Kindly note that this chapter comes before Rebel. This should be Chapter 59. Please accept my apology. Brody's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, and his body felt heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force. His senses were heightened, and every sound, every smell, was amplified. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back onto the cold, damp floor. His wolf, once a silent companion, now spoke to him in a voice that echoed in his mind.

I almost vomit with the return of that scene in my mind’s eye, my body shuddering in revulsion and pain as my broken heart rips at old scars and tears well up in my eyes. Wolf blood smells different to most other things in nature, and dead wolf is the most unique of all. It’s like the second our life essence drains it leaves the red fluid rancid and potent so no animals will come and try to feast on remains. It’s the smell of death, of repulsion and awful things, from the night of the courtyard when vampires almost killed me.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”