Wolfenstein Villains Romane & Geschichten

“You don’t know who I am. My last name is Erickson. My name is Victor Erick—” “You need to leave,” Waylon says to the doctor, “We’ll handle this.” Victor Erickson, a name dipped in notoriety and fear, even to this day. The doctor blanches, scanning between the three of them as the puzzle pieces click. What kind of man comes in with a gunshot wound to the head and acts so flippant about it after the fact. It could only be that man, one and the same, the Black Wolf. “Of course,” the doctor says, bowing and ducking out of the room like a dog with its tail between its legs.

"Even Black Wolf failed and ended up dead? Andrew... you've clearly been hiding more strength than we thought." The butler nodded gravely. "Sir, that man is definitely not some pawn on the board. Not only is Black Wolf gone, but the Srovika Federation mercenary commander the Haywoods brought in also died at Serenity Villa." Elon gasped. "Even Xavier's overseas hitman got wiped out? Are you absolutely sure?" The old butler's brow twitched. "Completely sure. This morning, both bodies—Black Wolf and the mercenary captain—were found side by side in the sewer on Blumedale's main street."

“We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t.” Her gnarled fingers plucked jars from high shelves — crushed nightshade, powdered belladonna — before reaching for the deadliest jar of all. Wolfbane. Not the diluted stuff used to dampen shifting. No, this was the real thing. Lethal. Unforgiving. A werewolf’s natural nemesis. By the time they left, Hamlet carried a small corked vial of death in his pocket, as casually as someone might carry loose change. But unbeknownst to them, the plan was already sliding toward disaster.

The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, watching with dark satisfaction. His name was Viktor Kessler, a disgraced scientist with a vendetta against the werewolf packs that had exiled him years ago. Armed with his twisted creations, he intended to unleash chaos upon those who had shunned his brilliance.

“It’s petty, but this person could be of use to us. Have you heard the story of the White Wolf?” “No.” Hemlock groaned and shook his head at me. I felt like I shouldn’t have said anything while he looked at me like I was stupid. “The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.”

Before the blow could fall, the heavy bronze doors of the council chamber were violently thrown open from the outside. I spun around, expecting the rest of Sharon’s vanguard, my hands already gathering the golden light for another strike. But it wasn't the Western Crags mercenaries who entered. Standing in the doorway was a massive, gray-furred wolf, its shoulders broader than any rogue I had ever seen, its face covered in a lattice of fresh, bleeding claw marks. Silas Vane’s second-in-command is a brutal beta rogue named Jax. And in his jaws, he was dragging the limp, unconscious body of Marta.

“He became mad when you only punished by stripping off your father’s rank. He expected you to kill him.” “I’m glad I didn’t.” I snorted. “That’s what triggered his desire for revenge against Shadow. Tit for tat. So he started escalating his stupid propaganda, wrecking havoc, spreading fear that there’s some kind of hunter-gild, killing Alphas and Betas all over the world to divert your attention somewhere else. And you didn’t even suspect him.” “He even helped me—” “Did the research in the council? Yeah, and made you believe he was kidnapped.” “So if we are vulnerable to Wolfsbane and silver. What are you vulnerable to, old man?” Zack asked. Good question, because I never met one like him. H

he replied "Can't we device a means to kill them? I mean..they know how to defeat us even on the full moon." Axel sighed "Nina..the thing is we're yet to face the most powerful of them.He's the main cause of this war.His mother was a werewolf.She married a vampire,a forbidden act.She was killed along with the vampire.They had him before that though." "So you can imagine.He's a half werewolf.He knows our every weaknesses.Probably the one who gave away the tactic of defeating us even on the full moon"

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

I wrote furiously. I needed to get the information out as soon as possible. The Warriors needed the information. "Rogues are behind Trail Maps! There were 10 or more on the trail. Selling girls to guy named STAN Stan didn't want to come for one girl without a wolf Bosses = Jerk and Twit - I can identify them! Others are Messenger (kicked him - he hit me with shoe), Dumb (slashed him deep), Dirty (bit his dick - slashed him) - I can identify them!!!"