Revenge Of The Baskerville Bloodhound Webnovel Novels & Stories

The bond in my chest pulsed weakly in reply. Then from outside—a long, low howl broke through the rain and fog. Not Nightbane. Not ordinary wolves. They were back. And that night, my first blood wasn’t spilled for war… but to save the one woman even the Elders feared. ***

Usually, I attempt to hold back this strong desire, but at this moment, this irresistible force has control over me. Without hesitation, I launched an attack on Vienna. My long claws were like sharp knives, effortlessly slicing through her skin and fur, revealing my overwhelming thirst for revenge. The pursuit of revenge can truly transform someone into a powerful fighter. Before she could mount a defence, I seized her neck in my jaws, swiftly piercing her flesh with my teeth. I experienced the sensation of her blood trickling, moistening her furry neck, and even the taste of her blood touched my tongue. Her painful cries for mercy only made me feel more satisfied, a strange satisfaction tha

Blaze followed, snapping the neck of the one on the right. My men spread all around, killing any rogue they had their hands on. I stomped, kicked, and clawed my way through the sea of black wolves. They were ferocious in their bites and snarls, but they didn't stand a chance against me. I grabbed two by their hind legs and slammed them repeatedly on the tree, crushing their skulls open and watching them bleed out with any feeling of empathy. I considered this as revenge for Ravenna. I barely cared about what was done to Lyssa, my mind was fully focused on my quest for vengeance for what they did to my bride.

" I gave no reply and simply walked away. The essence of true revenge wasn't in controlling him. It was in treating him like he had never existed. In this world, Jake had nothing left. How he survived from now on was none of my business. Just then, I noticed the villa's front door standing wide open. My parents shouted from the porch, urging me to come in and taste the omelette they had cooked. Laughter and joy spilled from the villa, washing away the sobs that echoed in my wake. I hoped this would be my last goodbye to Jake—one that sealed the door behind us forever.

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

It's now or never that's why I continued. "I heard a loud thud from the staircase above me and I rushed to see what happened just to find out Alex lying on the end of the stairs sith blood pouring from his head. Azvameth was on top of it with a knife in his hand and a horrible smile on his face while he continued to cut Alex's stomach with it. I can swear on my life that I saw Alex's liver just before Azvameth noticed my presence and looked up. Azvameth ran away as soon as he saw me and the man died on spot. I still called Noah and I don't know what I said to him or what I did. All I remember is staring at Alex dead body for so long until Noah arrived,"

Adam sat on his seat as well and then said, “So, Mr. Hughes what is it that brings you here?” Dax sighed as he said, “This is about Mathew, the son of Crystal, the partner of my brother. As we all know, after Donald and Crystal were dead, Crystal's pack was merged with my pack and I was made the alpha of both the packs but now Mathew has returned and he says that he wants his pack back, and not just that he has also made threatening remarks. And has even tried to attack the pack once. Not just that Mathew has even asked around for my niece Raina, and the concerning thing is that even I don’t know where Raina is, please I want your help to save my pack and also my niece.”

With a trembling nod, he hurried to attend to her, understanding the urgency of the situation. Now, as the room fell into an eerie silence, the time for mercy had passed. The time for bloodshed had come. I clenched my fists, my fingers tingling with anticipation. The monster within me grew stronger, chanting its mantra of revenge, demanding justice for Anya. No one who had crossed that line, who had brought harm to Anya, would escape unscathed. They would pay the price for their actions, for awakening the dormant beast within me. The streets would run red with the blood of those who dared to challenge me.

I got my phone and searched for the other victim and like the other one, the other guy was living by himself. I pulled out my notepad and scribbled the facts and data I collected. Then I walked around to get more information. As I turned around the corner I noticed something else. The stench of the blood from another person and some cuts by the doorframe of the living room. It was like cuts from a sharp knife, not from the claws of a werewolf. Taking out some swabs I collected the blood from the victim and the other one from the other person, whom I suspect to be the killer.