Wolfenstein Old Blood Chapters Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't get to know you. I'm sorry you died alone. I'm sorry for everything." I reached into the chest and touched the bones. They were cold. But beneath the chill, I felt something else: paper. I pulled it out. A scroll, ancient and yellowed, sealed with wax that cracked at my touch. My hands trembled as I unrolled it. The script was archaic, predating my father, the Council, anything I had ever encountered. Yet, I could read it. "The blood of the First Wolf cannot be destroyed. It can only be passed. From parent to child. From generation to generation. But when two half-bloods unite—when the broken blood joins with the broken blood—the First Wolf is reborn."

He brought it to the table and opened it. "What are you looking for?" asked Jayden. "I must have missed something in this book," Albert said. The Alpha flipped through the pages and read them carefully. Christian wrote everything he knew about the prophecy in detail in the book. Albert hoped to find other clues in the book. He did not want to rashly kill Bloodwolf before getting the parchment and knowing what was written in the prophecy. "From the beginning, he already knew who Bloodwolf was. If Walter had told my father, he would have written it here," Albert said as he pointed to the book before him.

"A white wolf bloodline... we haven't seen one in a century! She's like the legendary Daughter of the Moon!" Shouts of praise erupted from the crowd. I strode into the sacred grounds with the elite guards personally trained by my father. I let the Alpha authority within me surge, forcing everyone present to bow their heads. "Iris! You dare steal the Moon Goddess Potion meant for the Alpha bloodline! This is blasphemy against the Goddess herself!" In this life, I strode toward Iris under the watchful eyes of the pack, a crystal vial of holy water in my hand. Holy water is the most ancient and sacred relic of the werewolves. It can instantly reveal any disguised transformation, without excepti

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

"I'm a vampire. Human blood is my food. Don't you know?" "I know." "Then you're not afraid if I suck your blood again like before?" #to be continued in Chapter 17.2 - Guard

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.

We both got inside the car and he drove off without another word on the matter. By the time we finally arrived back at the pack house, I was exhausted and very hungry. Every part of my body felt heavy and worn down. But aside from all of it, I was relieved that I had finally made it back in one piece. That alone felt like something worth holding onto. All through the drive back, I had been reading the Book of Shadows, going straight to the chapters that talked about crescent wolves and pure blooded wolves. I read every word carefully, turning each page slowly, making sure I didn't miss anything.