Revenge Of The Baskerville Bloodhound Webnovel Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had believed every word from his mouth when he had said he would take care of me and that I would want for nothing while he showed me to a luxurious room and demanded I get enough sleep since we had more to discuss the next day. I had thought he was being considerate of me, not knowing he had gone to spend the night with his lover, Bianca. I had been such a fool. Because the very next day, he all but rejected when he had discovered my lack of rank and a wolf. But he would pay. Bianca would pay. All of Blackmoon pack would pay for the pain and humiliation they had caused me. I wanted revenge. So did the scary looking Alpha, for some reason. And I was going to help him get it.

Frustration that Eleanor, whom I swore I loved, now felt like a stranger, while Elle, the woman who I promised would be a slot to claim something that was mine, was feeling more like mine than anyone else. I took a slow sip, savouring the burn of the drink while trying to drown the unease in my chest. A knock came at the door, and I answered without turning, already suspicious of who it might be. “Come in,” I muttered and downed the last gulp of the whisky before turning to drop it on the table just as the door opened. Julian walked in with a smirk on his face. “You look like hell, Blackwell.” I sank into the leather chair behind my desk, scrubbing a hand over my face. “Feels like it too.

“But the wolves were stronger, and outnumbered us ten to one.” Then it changed to a scene of a girl whose green dress was stained with blood staggering deep into the woods, suddenly, she was caught by Gregory, and she knelt down, with her hands up begging him to spare her life, but he grabbed a spear and stabbed her, right in her heart, ending her life. “With my dying breath, I cursed the Bloodhound lineage.” Alissa said, as the vision faded, returning us back to the darkness. “That was horrible,” I said in one breath.

“My son schools in the area that is closest to the hunters’ raids. We fear that the academy will soon be ravaged by Bloodhound, but cannot move the school out of that territory for political reasons. This is why you must go there.” She paused. “Protect my son, Zoe. Be my eyes and ears.” “Of course. I will try my best.” “We have intel that Bloodhound is a shapeshifter. So, I need you to be careful. Only someone with… abilities, like you and me, may be suited for this task.” My eyes narrowed. “What exactly do you want me to do, Courtney? Be a spy, guard, or what?” “Find me Bloodhound, Zoe. That’s it. My instincts tell me he is in that school. My instincts are never wrong.”

Today it felt closer to a verdict. “Crown,” I said, and the cat blinked at me like I’d interrupted her taxes. “If a man comes back smelling like gun oil and second thoughts, you claw his socks off.” She yawned in a way that promised violence if anyone deserved it. I shelved the heavy History arrivals to keep from thinking, but thinking slid into the gaps anyway. Basilisk Mesh. Glass-bone rounds. Nets that didn’t care whose blood burned at moonrise. And a shape of betrayal without a face.

"And the reality is that you are a wolfless girl playing a very dangerous game. Without me, you are a ghost waiting to be exorcised. With me? You are a revolution." He stepped closer, his presence so heavy it felt like the oxygen was being sucked out of the room. "I want you to be my pet. My eyes, my ears, and my hands. Together, we will dismantle the Bloodmoon line. We will take everything they love and turn it into dust." "I can't do this," I said, my voice shaking. "I came here for revenge, not to be a slave to another master. I won't be your pet.”

This is a trap. Grrrrr... A low growl sounded from all directions. Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. Grave Hounds. Revira backed away slowly, hugging Ardan tightly. "Don’t be afraid, son." The largest Grave Hound stepped forward. It sniffed the air, its eyes fixed on Ardan. The faint scent of Moon Blood was highly tempting to it. "Go away!" Revira yelled. The Grave Hound leader roared, then leaped to attack.

I pretended to scold her. Lilith looked sheepish, eyes welling with tears. “I just nodded off for a moment, and when I woke, the pup was gone! If you must, blame the weak defenses here, not me! Wait… is this adorable creature the little black pup?” I nodded, and Lilith leaned closer to inspect my child, disbelief written across her face. “Kaelen is the Golden Lycan of Silent Peak!” “What!” Lilith gasped, one shock following another.

A shadow slid across his face. Tantario cursed. In his condition, he won’t even be able to drive away a fly, let alone a predatory animal or an ill-wisher. If the newcomer is a human, luck will definitely smile on him. But none of the young man’s guesses came true. The tart smell of blood filled my nostrils and a scarlet liquid dripped onto my face. The huge head of a mousey nouliard hovered over the victim. The mare's lips were stained with blood. She licked her lips, smacking her lips, and stared at Tristan with light gray eyes. The vampire groaned. The scarlet haze along the edge of the iris and the unnaturally long fangs indicated only one thing - he revived the Nullard with his blood fr

Cassandra I knew that I will have to fight back but I knew it's not yet time for me to do so. I knew that if I should act on my anger then I might end up killing all the Alpha's present. I knew that they were no match for me and that made me happy. I felt sad that I won't be able to exact my revenge on them immediately. I knew that if I was to kill all the Alpha's who were present at the place where I was detained then I might end up being bloodlust. I knew that there would be no one to stop me from killing since I have two wolves.