Wolfenstein Villains Novels & Stories

"We have one hour to complete the mission. Let's focus the bloodshed on the miscreants inside, shall we?" Melo shot him a glare before walking towards the front gate of the cemetery. He approached the large headstone in front of them and eyed it from top to bottom. It was larger than the others in the cemetery, completely conspicuous. For human eyes it seemed an ordinary, White Wolf's Clan cemetery, where the their tomb lies. But the Black Wolf's Clan knew better the secret that rested underneath it: Their city, an underground fortress that housed the soldiers and notorious criminals who committed a heinous crime.

He instructed to his soldiers who looked petrified. "But you swore you wouldn't hurt him!" Alexa yelled. "I did?" Drake admire his thumbs. "You're going to kill him of you pomp silver into him." She says. "Not at all. As long as he doesn't try to attack one of us. Look at him hr is a vargulf wolf. A mad dog. No one would miss his death, they didn't like him by the way, if not William himself wouldn't have allowed you to take him when he could've picked him instead of his other son who was safe close to the building." He said.

The Sangue Lupos (Blood Wolf) Pack is a small pack of around 200 werewolves. Among them is the Pack-warrior Valentina Ivy Black, daughter of Enforcer Jonathan Black and pack wolf Kristin Black. Valentina stumbles upon some confidential information of a rogue pack who is working on the genetic morphing of the werewolf and temper with DNA to create volatile hybrids. What happens to her when she stumbles in trap herself while discreetly trying to find out about this rogue pack?

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

Evelyn shape-shifted into her wolf form with her bones breaking and cracking and as she growled the foundation of the hut was shaken. The whole of the neighboring town, both far and near, decided to attack Lumen's pack and take everything belonging to them. Amongst them was a group of werewolf assassins known as Umbra Shadows who emerged, skilled in the art of stealth and manipulation. Led by the cunning and ruthless Alpha assassin, Alpha Victor Sterling, they become a formidable threat to Lyla and Kyrian's cause. "We will attack them tonight." Alpha Victor commanded his werewolf assassins who are known for many killings among the werewolf even the neighboring werewolf surrounding them. And

"My mate. And through her, the truth about who really killed my parents." Christopher's expression shifted to something colder. More dangerous. "So be it. You've chosen your side. Remember that choice when the council demands answers for harboring a dangerous criminal." He raised his hand, and his hunters raised their weapons. Kelvin's warriors tensed, ready for battle. And I stood between them, the last Ghost Wolf, the evidence of centuries of conspiracy waiting to be recovered, surrounded by wolves who'd just declared war on one of the most powerful organizations in our world.

Chasel returned, dragging a man with him, “Here’s the one giving the orders at least.” Adolf glared down at the man, taking stock of him and trying to place him in his memory. He didn't recognize the man from Eden's caravan or anywhere really. It would have been nice to be able to point to that later, but he supposed Eden and whoever was behind the attack, was a bit too smart for that. They were werewolves. Likely rogues who either had lost their mates or had been banished from their packs for one reason or another. Adolf crouched, grabbing the man by his throat, and pulled him closer to meet his gaze.

"Raven is Dr. Helena Park. Neuroscientist. Worked on memory modification programs. Disappeared after the Circle's fall. Presumed dead but clearly isn't." "And Wolf?" Viktor hesitated. "Wolf is... complicated. No one's seen their face. No verified intel. But word is they're enhanced. Military-grade modifications. Circle's last black-ops project before everything collapsed. A ghost that makes ghosts." "Weaknesses?" Luna asked. "Serpent loves his daughter. She's his blind spot. Raven is obsessed with legacy. Wants her research to matter more than she wants anything else. Wolf..." Viktor shrugged. "Wolf is a cipher. Unknown. Unstoppable, by reputation."

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Alexander's eyes swept the deck, recognizing faces from the most-wanted posters—murderers, thieves, the worst of the worst. There was Leighton, the infamous Bomber, with a rap sheet of explosions stretching into the double digits and a death toll to match. There was Alvin, the arms dealer, responsible for funneling weapons into Yarica. There was also Elena, the deadly Black Widow, weaving webs of deceit in marriages only to kill for cash. It was as if by some twisted stroke of fate, all those villains were packed into one place. Alexander pondered whether he should play the hero and rid the world of those vermin.