Wolfenstein: The Old Blood Chapters Novels & Stories

If this was what he went through to get information, then I quit. I couldn’t keep up. I shoved the remaining books away, ready to give up. “I’d just let him do it himself then—” My words halted as my eyes landed on an older book. I hadn’t even noticed it until now. Slowly, I pulled it closer and flipped through the pages until I reached the section I cared about. “…Capturing a vampire… capable of hurting a daywalker… the pure woods…” My wolf leapt inside me as the words echoed in my head.

🌒 Chapter One: The Queen of Wolves The scent of blood clung to the pine trees like a promise. Raven wiped it from her blade, letting the dying rogue’s gurgling breath fade into the hush of the forest. Another fool thinking they could challenge her for the throne. They never learn growled shadow. “Alpha, the perimeter is clear.” Luca, her beta, approached, boots silent on the damp earth. His eyes flickered to the corpse. “Third one this month.”

⟅━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━⟆ Next Chapter Unlocks: 8 — Várgr Enemies breach the vault. Blood answers silence.

It smells like blood, old and heavy. My stomach twists, and I take one step forward. When I do, the world locks into place. I am no longer walking through my life. I am witnessing. The chamber opens into a cavern lit by a dying fire. Shadows crawl along jagged walls carved with ancient sigils, older than the Game, older than the castle. The air is thick with grief so dense it presses against my chest. And at the center of it is Kael. He is younger and more human-like, kneeling on the stone floor.

CHAPTER 32 LINK WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! Werewolves are sex-driven maniacs, every chance that they get, they would take it and have sex with their mates. Especially those who have an Alpha’s blood running through their veins.

WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A GRAPHIC DEATH Willing my feet to move was near impossible. The agonizing screams filled the air along with the thick fog of smoke. Wolves were swarming the clashing groups of vampires. Quickly the open fields and streets of the town were crowded. It was horrid seeing that so many bodies were present people were fighting side by side with the lack of room. The pungent smell of copper being carried in the wind.

Guilt flooded my chest, knowing I was responsible for the deaths of my friends. The sooner I woke up from this nightmare, the better. I couldn't help but think that maybe all this happened because of my association with Cruz, Xander, and Elias. Maybe I did have some wolf blood in me, but the scent was probably made stronger mixed with the other wolves' scents. It was just too much. I couldn't see Xander and Elias anymore. But my heart already ached at the thought. I hadn't even known them but just a few days and they were already quickly becoming a part of my life.

Not the tech weapons, but old-school killers, designed to poison wolf blood irreparably. Zeph's body jerked as the first bullet slammed into his shoulder, spinning him halfway. The second punched through his chest, blood blooming dark and instant. Third, fourth, fifth… relentless, a storm of silver tearing through flesh and bone. He crumpled to his knees, ropes snapping taut then slack as he fell forward, eyes wide in shock and pain. Thrilling horror surged through me like ice water in my veins… time fractured, stretching into an endless, agonizing crawl. The room dissolved into a nightmarish blur of stuttering muzzle flashes, sharp and white, and thick curls of acrid gunsmoke that burned my

"Father, look at him! He’s going to give her the robes from the old chests!" "Silence!" Bram roared, and this time the whole hall went completely dead. A boy dropped a jug by the door, the metal rolling across the stone before anyone dared to move. My father’s eyes went small and dark, until he looked like the old wolf that took the high seat during the Great Frost. "You talk about the bloodline like you built these walls yourself, boy. You have nothing but what I leave on the bench when my knees go stiff."

He found her in the estate's library. Isla had not touched the library, another characteristic blind spot, the same category as Lucien's garden. Isla was not interested in the past. She was interested in the present and the future and the management of both, and the Silver Moon Pack's library was purely historical. Old texts, old records, old wolf law going back to the pack's founding. Vivienne had found a section of the library that hadn't been touched in years and had pulled every text on Blood Oath law that existed in the collection. They were spread across the long central table in the systematic arrangement of someone conducting research with the furious efficiency of controlled rage.