Wolfenstein: The Old Blood Chapters Novels & Stories

Without it, her magic would weaken enough for the others to destroy the stone. I reached the tent and pushed aside the flap, slipping inside. There, on a makeshift altar, lay the old book, its pages glowing with dark energy. As I reached for it, a voice spoke behind me. "I wondered when you'd show your true colors." I turned slowly, coming face to face with the second spy—the one even Ingrid hadn't known about. "Hello, Luther," I said to the Blood Moon Pack's Beta. The Mother My wolves were falling. The Ancient Alpha tore through my best fighters while my wolf-witches struggled against his rogues.

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.

"The bone-mending herbs and blood-stoking pressure points will awaken the dormant nerves in your shattered spine. It will feel like liquid silver poured directly into your marrow. Can you endure it?" The old patriarch let out a deep, booming laugh that rattled the torches lining the stone pillars. "Hahaha! Girl, I have fought through three territory wars against the Ravenscroft Citadel! I have had my flesh ripped open by rogue Alphas and walked away smiling. Do what you must. If it lets me stand on my own two feet to crush our enemies, I will welcome the fire... AARGH! AAAARGH—" The old wolf's boast cut off into a blood-curdling roar of raw agony that shattered the silence of the hall.

The Veil’s wolves slaughtered them while they couldn’t shift. They still fought hard, trying to defend themselves. Then the Veil retreated. I pulled my hand away. I said nothing and walked out. I went where no one followed. A chamber sealed since the last war two centuries ago, opened with my blood. Ancient stones and scriptures of wolf kings surrounded me. I walked deeper into the chamber and stopped in front of my grandfather’s wolf statue. My eyes glowed as I bit into my arm. Blood spilt onto the ancient script at his feet.

Allied packs terminated their contracts with him, willing even to pay heavy penalties just to sever ties. Everything—every downfall—traced back to him, a wolf who betrayed his mate. And those who hated him went further—they hacked his phone and leaked every flirtatious message he'd exchanged with Chanelle. That was when I learned he had used a shopping app to contact her. No wonder I'd never found their conversations before. But now, I didn't care anymore. Whether Nicholas lived well or not, it no longer had anything to do with me. As for Chanelle, an omega, her situation was far worse. Everyone in the Blood Shadow Pack despised her, calling her the homewrecker who ruined the bond between th

Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath: Vampyre and Werewolf Mate Bonds.

I wanted to be here, and there was no longer any need for me to be hiding or running away from what I knew was right. The smells of blood, piss, and vomit filled my nostrils, and I had to fight back gagging at the fact. I didn’t know what bloodbath happened in here, and if I were being very honest; I didn’t want to find out. But knowing these men, I knew that it wasn’t pretty, and catching sight of them tied up on their chairs, I could already tell that I never wanted to think of asking about what happened.

Alex then got up and left the library. On his way out of the mansion of the leader of my ancient vampire clan, Alex calmed himself from the vision he had while holding the ancient book. Yes! Alex himself could hardly believe what was happening. I don't know how it worked, but certainly when he touched the old book, images of things that had happened in the past related to the contents of the book seemed to automatically spin in Alex's head. Alex saw people who were jealous and afraid of the power of the Echelon vampire clan making evil plans to destroy the Echelon clan.

"These markings, the specific victims, the timeline, must all mean something. We're missing a piece." I moved to the bookshelf, scanning the titles. Elder Blackthorne had an extensive library, pack histories, genealogy texts, books on werewolf mythology, and ancient traditions. One book sat slightly out of place, as if it had recently been pulled and not quite returned to its proper position. I carefully extracted it: The Old Ways: Ritual and Hierarchy in Traditional Pack Structure by Sebastian Thornwick. Thornwick. The same pack name that had appeared in the genealogy records I'd been studying.

Her eyes fell on another category, humans? I circulated papers feeling suspicious, they are all empty! I continued until I reached the last page and found some small writing in blood "You will be killed as soon as you meet your girlfriend" What? You didn't understand anything why werewolves would be killed once he met his mate?? “Nonsense,” she muttered, carelessly throwing the book to cover herself and falling asleep, tired from traveling and from what she had recently been through ... She walked slowly in the dark and was never afraid. She stopped her movement when she saw him in front of her, in his uniform and cold features.