Novel & Cerita Wolfenstein Old Blood Chapters

“I think when she turns eighteen her wolf will appear. Her lungs shouldn’t have healed so quickly, I am going to assume her wolf is stirring.” “Dr. Sully do you know anything about the blood red wolf?” “Ahh the cursed wolf legend. I have an old book about them.” “I’d like to take a look at, if you don’t mind.” “Not at all Alpha, just be careful. It’s old and very fragile. I need to copy all it’s content into a new book so we don’t lose that information.” “I’ll be careful. I’ll come over once I know Haley is awake.”

My eyes widened when the lights went off and Lilian walked away without saying a word to respond. Dimmed lights suddenly appeared on the ground where people lay on the ground as if unconscious, or more specifically, coming back to their senses. My eyes searched them for my wife to find her sitting down, her hands rubbing her eyes as she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the light around her. Richard sat up close beside her, the two of them looked one another in the eye, confusion draw over their expressions. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter”

The werewolf easily sidestepped my attack, its teeth bared in a feral snarl. Desperation surged through me as I tried to fend off the relentless creatures. With every passing moment, my movements grew slower, my strength draining away. Then, as I grappled with the werewolf in front of me, a searing pain shot through the side of my neck. Instinctively, I reached up and felt a small, sharp object embedded there. Pulling it out, I saw it was a tiny, venomous spike.

The shelves stretched to the ceiling, filled with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. I walked slowly between the rows, running my fingers along the shelves until I found the section on werewolf history. I grabbed a few thick books that looked promising and carried them to a quiet corner table near the window. The light was soft there, golden and peaceful. I let out a breath and opened the first book, skimming through chapters on bloodlines, first shifts, pack traditions… stuff I probably should have known already. I’d only read a few pages when someone pulled out the chair across from me.

"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.

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

"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 drove a blade straight through its skull. Before the body even dropped, I shifted again. Wolf. Faster. Stronger. My fur bristled as I tore through another, ripping its side open and sending it crashing into a tree. A bite caught my arm. Deep. Pain flared. Real pain. I snarled, turning violently and crushing its neck between my jaws. Blood filled my mouth. Hot. Thick. I spat it out. More footsteps. More movement. They weren’t stopping. Good.

"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