Wolfenstein: The Old Blood Chapters Novels & Stories

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”

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

WARNING: This chapter contains underage sex (age-gap couple) Ash’s POV I pulled out my fingers, realizing that there was some blood on them. Not bothered, I liked it off, much to my wolf’s delight. He liked tasting her blood, wanting more. He wanted to sink his teeth into her neck and leave his mark there. He’d never behaved like this before… I’d had sexual partners before, and while it was an itch I wanted to scratch, my wolf had never been involved. Sure, it was an itch for him, too, but he was ready to discard them the second his itch had been scratched.

Steam whispers from the water’s surface as crimson flakes spiral in. Old Wolf (sniffing, cautious): “…This scent…” He sniffs the red-glowing pool again, ears flattening. A low whine escapes his throat. Old Wolf (soft growl): “She lives. The fire’s child… she bleeds.” He drinks—and convulses. His eyes roll back. His muscles lock. A howl claws up from his throat—strange, haunting. A memory from ages buried. Old Wolf (hoarse whisper, almost human):

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

I flung open the cell door and chanted a spell that would reveal a spell cast in here and show me a marker of the engery and magic used none showed. "The witch is of some ancient blood, something else is at play here. She did not pull any energy I can sense. Her magic is rooted in something different. She is going to be formidable. I should of killed her on arrival. " I spoke aloud to myself more than anyone else. I knelt down and taking out three vials I scooped up the blood left on the cell. "At least I have the green wolf and her brats blood." I snarled. As I past the werewolf I chanted a spell that caused the surrounding shadows to to form and reach out and strangle him. He fell dead at

I raised my hand and sank my teeth into my palm, the metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as warm blood spilled out, painting a trail behind me, its scent thick unmistakable as it dripped to the forest floor. The wolf ahead slowed, her steps becoming uncertain. She glanced back, her pitch-black eyes narrowing as if torn between fight and flight. The scent of my blood had reached her, stirring something deep and buried within her instincts. Odulf seized the moment, his massive wolf form surging forward. He circled around and planted himself in her path, blocking her escape. I stayed where I was, my chest heaving as I fought to keep my emotions in check. I refused to move closer, knowing tha

Not anymore. She pushed the door open, the hinges creaking in protest as the heavy wood groaned against its frame. Inside, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the heavier, more insidious presence of wolfsbane. She stepped into the shadowed space, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the Chapter before her. There, chained to the cold stone wall, was Ryder.

I kicked and hit at whatever it was holding me up, making small sparks fly. Something wet and hot dripped onto my face. I blinked rapidly trying to get the blood out of my eye. It stung from how dry my eyes were and it irritated the wound slightly. Another drop of something warm landed on my shoulder. Another drop dropped on my forehead, burning like fire. I shivered involuntarily as another drop of something cold and slimy dropped on top of me. It stung my skin and I flinched as another drop of something hot landed on my foot. My toes curled under the substance as I tried to pull them further apart to get away from the heat coming from the liquid. Finally, after what felt like hours, the pr

He flicked the television onto the news as he told someone on the phone to: "get up here, now!" Breaking News flashed across the screen, and a scene similar to what she had witnessed last night appeared. Another rogue wolf attack was in progress; this time on one seventy sixth street in Washington Heights. Cars had crashed on both sides of the street with barely moving bodies littered nearby. The chilling, haunted feeling had returned to settle in her bones. Why was this happening? Victor turned at the knock at the door. Gil was on the other side, giving Victor and Enora a nod as he went directly into the rooms, likely to check the windows.