Revenge Of The Baskerville Bloodhound Webnovel Romane & Geschichten

“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.

And there, on the wall near the door, was a small smear of dark brown. Blood. I touched it with my finger. Dried. Days old. Her blood. The beast stirred inside me, weak but angry. It wanted to tear something apart. Wanted to howl. Wanted to find the ones who had done this and make them suffer. I closed my eyes and breathed. "What did they do to her?" Kylan asked quietly. I didn't want to imagine, that wouldn't help the situation. ________________________ The hounds picked up the trail outside the apartment.

I pushed the door, expecting it to be locked, but it creaked open, revealing a small room lit by a single candle. The air inside was thick, smelling of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books and scrolls, their edges yellowed. A table sat in the center, cluttered with strange objects—a cracked crystal, a dagger with a wolf’s head hilt, a leather-bound book with no title. My fingers brushed the book, and that warmth stirred again, stronger, like a pulse. I opened it, my hands shaking. The pages were filled with handwriting, sharp and slanted, like it was written in a hurry. Words jumped out—Lycan blood, shadow-born, cursed wolf. My heart stopped. I skimmed faster, catc

I turned to look at him, his eyes also screaming ‘revenge’. But I ignored him. “No no no. No!” Zach screamed. He punched his hands into the wall in anger. “Have you forgotten that quickly Alpha. They killed my whole family.” He said pain was written all over his face. “ Our whole pack. We were lucky to survive that battle, Roman.” He stared at me hoping against hope I'll change my mind. But my mind was set. I knew they were not thinking clearly, ever since they heard of the Arion reborn. I myself have been trying my possible best not to explode and kill them all. But we still need this baby to wolf or she is just another ordinary baby.

He came upon the river and bathed himself, cleansing off the blood with a deep groan of pain as the cold water engulfed him. But he sank beneath the rushing dark surface, a willing victim, and came up feeling renewed. Feeling reborn. He had been gifted a second chance and he didn’t intend to waste it. He would win his Luna’s loyalty back, if not ever her true love… Braiden drank of the cold water then rose to stand upon the bank as a wolf again. He shook himself free of water, long white fur shimmering under the moonlight. Suddenly he stiffened, smelling fresh blood of a deer kill, then seeing the fleeting shadow of his killer just in time to turn and face him.

I had my home back. But as I sat there in the silence, I realized something was wrong. My wolf wasn't celebrating. She was whimpering. I reached inside, trying to find the source of her distress. A sharp, burning pain flared in my chest. It wasn't from the fight. It was deeper. It was in my soul. I coughed, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was covered in black, oily blood. Damon’s final revenge. He hadn't just used gold to buy off the Council. He had used black magic.

Ravenna’s POV Revenge also had its own cost. Since I stepped my foot into Bloodmoon for vengeance, my peace had been shattered. Jeez! My heart pounded as I stood at the door. The knock still rang in my ears. Tara, a young Omega, had whispered that Luna Selena needed me now. I grabbed my cloak, the silver-tipped dagger heavy in my pocket. The lodging was silent. I followed Tara through dim halls to Selena’s chambers.

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

"Be careful what you wish for, mortal. Vengeance comes at a price." "I don't care," Carmen said, her fists clenched. She couldn't care less about some sick price awaiting her. She had already died once, so what other 'price' was greater than death itself? "They took everything from me. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to suffer." Nyx extended a hand, her long fingers glowing faintly. "Then rise, Carmen. Rise as the herald of the night. Your vengeance will be your strength, and your fury will be your weapon. But remember-once you begin this path, there is no return."

Bloodhound scouts in the distance howled, their bond with us brittle and with them the reminder of the war that raged elsewhere, and the scent of Silver Veil — bitter, metallic — thickened and mingled with the approach of their snipers, their threat somewhere in the soundless pulse of the air. “Be by my side,” he growled and his body was pressed into mine, a knife glinting in the first light of day, his heat a comfort in the cold. Alpha stepped out of the darkness, enormous with silver fur, red eyes glinting, claws shredding into the cold-packed ground, primal as it came, bone-rattling. I sucked in, my fear icing through my veins, but I surged forward, the smell of blood racing the thing tow