Wolfenstein: The Old Blood Chapters Novels & Stories

Handing it over to me, his eyes looked gloomy. “You won’t find comfort in these pages,” he said. “But you may just find what you are looking for.” I opened carefully, my fingers trembling and sweaty all of a sudden, the pages smelled old, worn out and ripped off at the edges. On the first page, written in red ink fading and peeling, were the words: “The Blood in Her Name.” “What is this?” I asked, the title multiplying my fears. “An account of wolves born with what we called... dark spirits.” He folded his hands across his chest as he spoke. “Wolves who walked two paths at once, light and darkness, peace and destruction.”

"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

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

I will never know if he abandoned us or my mother abandoned him. And... I will never get a chance to see that beautiful darkness in his eyes again. In that moment, I suddenly felt a strange thing all over my body. I could feel the heat inside, it felt as though I was burning. It felt strange yet somehow very familiar. Warmth from that burning feeling. Warmth from fire. Then I opened my eyes. My oppressor was couple of meters away, wild and ready to attack. But what surprised me was the reflection I saw in the werewolf's eyes.

It seems their house was the last one left to kill and her blood boiled at the realization that the old people of the town has been murdered. “Well, it seems I finally got my answer,” Kyle said with an evil smile and his eyes fell to the side to see the others whose eyes were filled with horror when they saw the body lying on the floor. Kyle continued, “So after many years, the Blackburn finally resurfaced, but with something interesting. Is it true that one among you is going to bring an end to us? To our immortality?” he questioned.

The werewolf slowed down a little, but still continued to move towards the throne. The ancient vampire extended his other hand forward. Dry hands trembled with tension, the ring on the finger buzzed furiously and quickly became covered with a small crack. The large figure of a wolfdog still continued to move forward. The air suddenly became heavily saturated with ozone. Alud immediately remembered that the air in the wolflac's cave was exactly the same. but still continued to move to the throne. The ancient vampire extended his other hand forward. Dry hands trembled with tension, the ring on the finger buzzed furiously and quickly became covered with a small crack. The large figure of a wolf

Her body is shaking so much as she stands up trying to hold her breath Sweat covers her whole body and she is struggling as if she is the one fighting but the truth is that she is choking as she watch the scene before her It is so brutal and her fragile heart can't contend it, she is struggling so hard as the veins in her body started popping out This people are monsters, she can't believe that she is living among monsters She forcefully spite out blood the moment Lucien shred Matthias body apart as if he is cutting a piece of cloth She gasp and spite out more blood and her body has turn pale immediately. The wolf which is covered in blood drop the last part of Matthias dead flesh and turn t

The city dims, like a candle turned low, and the ground ignites beneath my feet—not with light, but with meaning. Blood blooms across the stones. Layered. Counted. Cataloged. Human blood is the first thing I register—thin, pale, almost translucent. Fear-heavy. The kind spilled by people who never saw the blow coming. There isn’t much of it here, only residue tracked in by boots and panic. Bystanders. Collateral. Then the wolves. Their blood burns hotter, thicker, streaked through with silvered heat. Three distinct signatures. No—four. One was injured but escaped. Alpha-trained fighters. Not scavengers. Not young.

"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."

"And it led me to you." Her pulse kicked. "You're a hunter?" "Something like that." The wind shifted, carrying a metallic scent. Blood. Kael's expression changed. "We're not alone." Before Seraphina could speak, shadows broke through the mist-five shapes, crawling low, their eyes glowing white. Wraiths. Demon wraiths. The kind that tore souls from the living. She swung her blade as one lunged at her. Blue fire burst from the runes, cutting it clean in half. Another came from behind, but Kael moved faster-his hand flared red, and a wave of heat exploded from his palm, burning the creature to ash.