Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sword Hound Novels & Stories

"Of course, without solid proof, I won't abuse the authority of my silver wolf bloodline either." "But if anyone thinks they can walk all over me, I will not hesitate to fight back." Everyone nodded in understanding. Faye's eyes were filled with gratitude. I wanted to tell her that I hadn't really done anything; I was just helping her defend her own dignity. That evening, Iris stormed into the great hall in a fury. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing several claw marks on her arm, the wounds still weeping blood. "Selene! You have to stand up for me!"

Studying Sophie's face, an unfamiliar memory suddenly appeared in Stanley’s mind. He could recall a young man in silver armor annihilating his enemies on a battlefield. He was riding a white war-horse with a great, sharp, silver blade in his hand as he charged forward. He looked like a battle god with the shiny blade in his hand and numerous battle flags swaying behind him.

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.

ELINA (p. o. v) He said his name is Hayden LI not Harry... and he said that he married me to take revenge... what revenge.. me: " what revenge??" Hayden: " you will know soon my special kitten maid... " said in dangerous voice.. Hayden: " now again tell me who are you here?? " me: " I am your wife... " Hayden: " no kitten... I already told you that you are special maid kitten here... "

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Matthias swore and told Nicholas, “Drive faster, Nick.” “I’m driving as fast as I can.” The Hellhounds did not stop. They were gaining on them quickly. Callie readied Lucifer’s Grace as a Hound ran to the side of their vehicle. The Hound bared its yellow fangs at her and she pointed it and waited. The Hound lunged and she stabbed it through the mouth. The blade pierced through the back of the Hound’s head. She pulled the sword back and the Hound went limp, its blood flew backwards and hit Matthias in the face. He sighed and wiped the blood off.

A symbol of a crown with a wolf howling into the red blood moon. I collapse to the floor, my lungs unable to hold my own breath. How could he have been so ruthless, how could he have been so heartless towards me and mine. Reuben you truly are a monster. I grip the silver sword’s sharp blade with my hand squeezing it tightly. The stinging of the cutting wound causing blood to freefall down my arm, but I couldn’t feel the pain. “How….how could you?” I scream. A surge of anger courses through my blood from what he has done to me. My tears stop, a determination replacing them.

The first attacker swings a blade as I slam into him, jaws snapping. A metal staff meets my teeth and sparks pain through my gums. Star metal. Of course. I wrench anyway and feel the joint give. He goes down hard. The second lunges and I meet him with my shoulder, then my claws, driving him into the leaf litter. The veil slips for a heartbeat when his head cracks against a stone, and I catch his real scent in that instant. Ironclaw. My stomach turns. Not fear. Recognition. They’re bold enough to wear their enemy’s badge in Silverwood, and bold enough to send their hunters onto Bloodmoon soil. What gives them all this bravado?