Revenge Of The Baskerville Bloodhound Webnovel Novels & Stories

My arms encircled the armrest. "Then we're on borrowed time." "What are we going to do? Vincenzo will kill us if he finds out anything" I met her gaze. "Survive. First and foremost." She quietly slipped away, and I remained silent. Later, strolling about the villa, I found myself in front of the library. Its lights were still on. I went in. Vincenzo was lying on the sofa. A book in his lap. Asleep. The fire crackled next to him. His head lolled against the armrest, his face relaxed, vulnerable. No monster now. Only a man. There was a tightening in my chest. One I did not wish to identify. Because I wasn't meant to feel anything. Yet the distinction between hunter and prey had vanished. And I

I felt the ground pulse beneath my paws, as if recharging me with newfoundstrength. Axton was pinned to the ground, the right-armed tattooed lycan forcing him down. I darted forward; a blur of white and silver flashed across my eyes. My body collided with the lycan’s, sending him flying through the air. He hit the ground with a loud thud but still struggled to get up. I ran to him and lifted a single claw and slashed it across his neck. Blood splashed from it as his eyes widened, staring at me with horror. I groaned as the image of Isla flashed across my mind. They looked just the same, their eyes fading with light as they died. I turned sharply and shook my head; this was not the time to ha

Nausea hit, my wolf snarling at my past blindness. I approached the lead rogue, his scent reeking of greed, and handed him a note. “Change of plans,” I said coldly. “Do whatever you want to her, as long as she lives. No photos—film a video, send it to this email.” Lana’s pain had to double mine, now that I knew she was behind all the evil things that happened to my family. His grin turned vile, and I walked away, my wolf’s growl steady. The rogues’ chatter faded in the rain, neon lights stretching my shadow against the alley wall, dark and twisted. A devil? Maybe. I was a vengeful ghost, reborn to claim justice.

“I didn’t look for you to teach you a lesson, and you still dare show up here? You’re shameless for what you did to Georgia! Bun, bite him!” With a loud bark, Bun dashed forward. Even though its name sounded adorable, it was still a fierce Tibetan Mastiff. It pounced to attack. “Ah!” Bun launched itself against Victor and started to bite him. Very soon, Victor was covered in blood.

I linked him, and he howled. "That bastard hunted my parents and killed them. He is the reason for this war; I want to be a part of his demise," He linked me back, and I knew I could not deprive him of his revenge. Rex, Devin's wolf, came towards me covered in blood. It wasn't his blood, and I knew he had killed many Stepanovs. "Are you going after that bastard?" He linked me, and I told him we were. "Then I am coming," he linked back, his wolf growling. He was angry.

I charged forward and ran to a memeber of Blemish Pack. He didn't expect me and wasn't quick enough to dodge me. I sank my teeth into his neck and blood squirted out of his carotid. My grey fur was blood stained but I was far from done. I was going to take out Bailey's death on every member of Zane's pack and the goddess be gracious if I stumbled on Zane.

The air thickened with the scent of blood and madness. A shape burst through the doorway…gaunt, matted fur, eyes glowing yellow with rabies-like rage. It lunged and Benjamin met it mid-air. The collision was brutal…teeth snapping, claws raking. They crashed into the opposite wall; plaster cracked. I pressed against the stone, heart slamming, watching as Benjamin twisted, using the rogue’s momentum against it. He drove his claws deep into its side severatitimes....Bloodprayed across the floorboards. The rogue howled…high, desperate…then went limp.

"No one's gonna mess with Grandma ever again. You did what you could. The one who should be ashamed is that monster who stole from her. He's not even worthy of being called a dog." I didn't know if they got it, but all three heads leaned in, nuzzling my hand. As I stroked their fur, something pinched behind my nose. I couldn't stop thinking about my own dog. Was he eating okay while I was stuck in this nightmare? He was the only one I had in that world. Darkblood Count's voice echoed in my head. Even if I belonged here for now, this wasn't my place. I still had revenge to take.

“You help me, I keep you out of prison. You’re not here to ask questions.” Emily stood her ground, crossing her arms. “I know you, Hound. I will not serve as an accessory to your murders or whatever you have planned.” Hound sighed, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Slowly, he began to strip off his shirt, revealing the intricate runes etched across his body in deep blue ink. The sight was both mesmerizing and harrowing. “I watched my mother die, overworked as a slave,” he began, his voice trembling. “I should have pushed her off the building… It would’ve been the greatest mercy I could’ve offered her.”

“Killian?” Victor’s silence was answered enough. Sarah clenched her jaw. “You swore you’d never call him again.” Victor turned to her fully, his expression as cold as steel. “And I never thought someone would dare to touch my daughter.” Sarah swallowed hard. Killian Drake known as the Bloodhound was not just any werewolf. He was a tracker unlike any other, a ruthless hunter who never failed to find his prey. Once he was set on a scent, nothing in the world could stop him.