Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sword Hound Novels & Stories

Ronald huffs in disapproval. "What will Fathia do after all of this?" Fathia asks, snapping Ronald out of his reverie. He clears his throat briefly to dislodge the memories that had occupied his mind. He refocuses on the girl who's now looking at him sharply. Her bright brown eyes, calm and serene like her mother's, that Ronald knows for sure. Even with her imperfections, Fathia's essence remains. But this time, those calm eyes are replaced with something different. The ember of vengeance burns so intensely within her. "Settle all scores, Uncle. Without exception."

He lusts towards her. And the blocked senses of his mind actually accepted his unacceptable acts without any hesitation. He felt no remorse in touching her or ruining her beyond the limit. He felt contented and that was enough for him. But was his contentment enough for her? _______________________________________ I know the limit of him being ruthless is going out of hands but you need to understand revenge is something that blinds you to the extent that you started thinking whatever you're doing is right even when it's absolutely wrong. The spicy twist story is going to start now. So be ready.

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

Horrified, Lukan twists his head and cries out mournfully when he notices that his wings are missing. Using his distraction, I elbow one of the hellhounds in the face and kick the other in the knee. Both of them go down howling. Before they can attack, I cut them both down, reach for my sword, and prepare for Lukan’s attack. Just as Lukan is preparing to strike me down, I aim my sword at his chest and pierce his heart. You can hear the sound of the sword hitting flesh and piercing bone as it stabs through his chest.

Hana shouted, thrusting the sword in her hand into Valdos left shoulder “Urrghhh!!!” Valdo could only wince when the pain from Hana's stab was felt in his hand. The smell of fresh blood immediately fill the room. Makes Nayana nod her head happily “Good Hana, good! Let's go on! Remember the crime he has done to you! Evil must be rewarded with evil! Kill him and receive my curse!” Nayana laughed loudly when she saw the hatred growing in Hana's eyes. Hana raised her sword again and stabbed Valdo's right shoulder

It’s been days after the war but they couldn’t heal themselves and their injuries weren’t healing on their own. "It's poison, Alpha. The last time I saw something as strange as this was the night you returned from Moonblood pack and passed out from the injury you sustained,” The doctor began to explain, “The wounds on the guards are deep and they are healing slowly. For wolves like us, this isn't normal.” I placed a hand on my chin in thought and recalled that I was stabbed with a strange weapon that night of the attack when I was returning from Moonblood Pack, after my father's memorial. It then dawned on me that the weapons Damon's warriors used against us were the exact same ones.

Finally, something to kill. It makes Ms. Beast very happy. With the Mortuary sword held high, I go after a hellhound larger than the ones we see on the island. And fresher. I don't stop to think about what this creature really is. It wants me dead, and that's enough for me to end its existence. Toxic saliva drips from razor teeth. Creepy, intelligent eyes don't blink when it charges. Sword held in my massive claws as I've been trained, I swing. A large spray of blood covers me, and the hound's head sails through the air until it hits a tree with a loud, wet smack.

Evadne’s uncle, Marcus’ brother, and Elodie’s new lover. Marc was cackling with bloodlust in his eyes, a blood-stained silver sword in his hand. Behind him, the Bloodhounds crept and crept and crept. Under the light of broken moon and amid the blood-red burning flames and shrieking of his bestfriend, the Bloodhounds lunged at him. *** Evadne’s POV

It's now or never that's why I continued. "I heard a loud thud from the staircase above me and I rushed to see what happened just to find out Alex lying on the end of the stairs sith blood pouring from his head. Azvameth was on top of it with a knife in his hand and a horrible smile on his face while he continued to cut Alex's stomach with it. I can swear on my life that I saw Alex's liver just before Azvameth noticed my presence and looked up. Azvameth ran away as soon as he saw me and the man died on spot. I still called Noah and I don't know what I said to him or what I did. All I remember is staring at Alex dead body for so long until Noah arrived,"

Shorter swing. The beast lunged. I moved the way he said, clean, fast, no wasted motion. The blade carved its throat before its claws even brushed my coat. Blood sprayed, warm and coppery. The hound toppled. I stood there breathing hard, staring at the perfect cut. My cuts. No… ours. “Damn it,” I muttered, dragging the sword free. “You’re right.” Lachlan: “Of course I’m right. I was forged for this. You were just hammering scraps until I came along.”