Revenge Of The Baskerville Bloodhound Webnovel Novels & Stories

"Why is your little mind so occupied with dirty and naughty thoughts huh? If I wanted to do that to you, you'll be the one to beg me to. Infact you'll be the one to force yourself on me." "Leave me alone!! I'll never!!" I said and he chuckled. I sat on the floor in tears. " Please get me out of here! I wanna go back home! I wanna go back to my Aunt. I don't like it here!" " Then you shouldn't have made me do this! You'll get to see your aunt soon but not now, unless you promise that you'd get over this stupid revenge of yours" "You're a cunning bastard! I'll never!"

“An attempt on the luna’s life.” Basil’s blood ran cold and he looked at Gavin, “You… did what?” “I haven’t done anything! I was tricked!” “That’s not a defense!” Basil asked, “What… Why?” Gavin turned bright red, “Who are you to question me like that? You stupid boy! You think you’ve learned anything while being on the border with those witches and—” Basil darted towards him, growling furious and threatening as he loomed over Gavin. His thoughts turned hazy with fury. His wolf was howling for blood.

I strike, but just as I'm about to pounce, Jay leaps at me, his claws tearing into my flesh. I howl with rage, feeling the sting of his claws as I struggle to regain my footing. I charge forward once again, going for his neck with all my might. I sink my teeth in, biting deeper than before, and Jay crumples to the ground, a pool of blood forming around him. As I stand there, panting and covered in blood, I can feel my body changing back to my original form. I watch as both pets bleed out, and my thirst for revenge is finally sated. I had gotten my pound of flesh, and now I await patiently Hudson’s arrival.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about; I’m human,” For a moment, Lukan’s dead eyes gaze intently into mine. To my surprise, he releases his grip on my hair and takes a step back. “You really don’t know, do you? Oh, darling, I’m sorry to break this to you, but you’re most definitely not all human. No human would have survived the stab wounds of a hellhound’s claws. Hmm…I guess that’s a mystery for another time. Right now, all I want is a little revenge.” His hand slides down my shoulder and grips the middle of my dress, ripping it down the middle. My body quivers with fear, which seems to gratify him.

I grinned in satisfaction when blood dripped down my claws, the crimson-red color staining the marble tiles. Growling, I glared at the stunned man who was holding my legs, before throwing him like he weighed nothing to the wall, I stretched out my hands, urging the last man to come on. I loved the surge of power flowing through me and tilting my head to the side, I ran a hand through my fur which was pure white and tinted with blood. " Please….. please ... .do not kill me, I would never…. please" " Goodbye," I stroked my claws through his throat, grinning in satisfaction when he slumped.

The Tibetan Mastiff had a body of white fur, yet the fur around its mouth had several blood spots all over. Noticing Josiah's hardened expression, Miss Leah started bawling, "Sir, my poor Yena is in such pain, even the dog had sensed it and wanted to avenge her, oh my poor baby girl…" Josiah knew right away where the blood came from. He hesitated a while before heading toward the basement. The wet and dark basement was dimly lit only by a small wall lamp. Meredith, covered in blood and mud, was cowering at a corner.

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en

"You kidnapped my mother, killed my father, poisoned my sister and her mate, my best friend, and you think I would just let you live? Do you think this wimp could actually capture me? I a THE BENNET wolf, for fuck sake." I ripped all the monitors off the walls, and I knocked Jabob out all with a flick of my wrist. It was only me and this sorry excuse for a woman. She backed into the wall. My canines were extended, and my claws were out. I dragged my claw down her arm and watched the blood spurt out. She screamed, and I laughed. The fear that covered her face was all I needed for revenge. I snapped her leg, and she fell to the ground. I snapped both her wrists without even moving. My telepat

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

The boy’s grief was a vacuum, and the mage’s rage was the fuel. As the wolves turned their bloody muzzles toward him, Allen didn't feel fear. He felt a cold, crystalline purpose. The star quarterback, the golden boy of Asheville, vanished beneath a layer of blackened, magical frost. Through the haze of the possession, one thought burned brighter than the stadium lights: Every wolf dies. He wanted revenge for his mother. He wanted revenge for the life that had been stolen. And in that moment, the first Hunter was born.