Revenge Of The Baskerville Bloodhound Webnovel Novels & Stories

Gabriel Long died. At this point, I generally understood a few things: Members of that family are cold and sinister, Dani is equally shrewd, and while the family always wished for his death, he has been waiting for an opportunity to strike back and get his revenge. "He has been waiting for a chance to take revenge on the Long family. But after decades of looking, he still hadn't found his opportunity and was finally unable to stay idle any longer. So, he ended up stealing the Long family's core information to sell and used all of the money to buy scattered stocks of the family's enterprise.

Once again, I found myself pushed from my grasp on him, but this time I managed to stop myself before I hit the wall of the cave again. Relentless the hellhound this time didn’t wait for me to rebound, as he pounced onto me. Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen this move coming and his teeth sunk deep into the flesh of my back. A yelp came from within me, as I couldn’t hold back the burning sensation that took over my whole entire being from the bite, but the bite didn’t last for long, as the hellhound himself let of a yelp of his own, as he stumbled back from me, with my blood dripping from his mouth.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

It crossed my mind, “Blood, death and venom. Isn’t it an interpretation of blood vow? Like, someone offered his/her blood to Devil and exchanged it for Zayden’s death, and venom in her body? Oh my goodness! Why didn’t I think of it before?” This development thrilled me, my bizarre setting was hinting towards a solution. Earlier, it had helped me in curing cats and dogs in the animals’ shelter, and now this was progress that it guided me about a wolf too. Closing my eyes, I called for that “Zayden is sick. Can you show me the right way, please?” Every shred of my body became an ear to catch any signal, suddenly, a sharp voice exclaimed. “I can cure Zayden’s sickness!”

Never! Killian seemed enraged by my decision and snarled. “We’re not leaving, Uncle Killian! We are staying with Mom and Dad!” It was Devon screaming that made me and Killian freeze. Until I felt that great power surging from the camp of the enemies, and I saw a giant Black wolf, surrounded by thick, dark mist. It was glaring at all of us with a death promise in its sharp, purple eyes. “Bennette!” I snarled under my breath as I glared back at him. I could smell the stench of evil all over the place.

"What's it going to be? She watched him struggle, her heart breaking, and a part of her so desperately wanted to believe he would choose her, choose the pack-but a very firm grip of fear ensnared her. The bond they shared felt so long ago, so very distant, and overshadowed by the dark choices facing them now. More rustling in the bushes, and she felt her heart fall. More Dark Moon wolves? The attack was already ready to roll? " Go!" she hollered, wheeling around to start running, "We need to warn the pack!"

The Council’s most ruthless hunter. And it was already tracking their scent. The first scream tore through the camp like a knife. Rio bolted upright as silver-eyed vampires rushed past the window. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. “They’ve found us,” Odessa hissed, her crimson coat swirling as she unsheathed twin daggers. Claude’s voice roared outside. “TO ARMS!” The Bloodhound struck like a shadow. Seven feet tall, its black cloak shredded by thorns, its pale, eyeless face framed by a mane of tangled hair. Long, jagged claws gleamed in the firelight as it tore through two rebels in a single swipe—one headless, the other split nearly in half.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it