Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sword Hound นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Let them listen.” “This enemy is not just someone, sir,” the butler said quietly, his voice tightening with urgency. “It’s your own blood. Full blood. Your father is here—lurking in the shadows of this estate—and yet he’s done nothing. Nothing to stop your mother. He let her throw you and your brother into that arena like animals. And now, he’s letting both of you walk into the lion’s den at the auction.” Dorian stood in front of the tall mirror, shirt still open, gaze fixed on his bruised and battered reflection. His face was a canvas of exhaustion, resolve, and quiet fury. He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs.

Haha… An eerie look appeared on Darryl’s face as he walked closer to him with the Blood Drinking Sword in his hand. “You’re telling me now it’s all a misunderstanding? My brother is still lying in the hospital and you are f*cking telling me it’s all but a misunderstanding?” His Blood Drinking Sword stabbed through Donoghue’s shoulder after he said that. “Ah!” The sword went through Donoghue’s shoulder along with a loud moan sounding like pigs in a slaughterhouse.

The Sword Master smiled with relief and said, "What's more, there is a saying that a good person doesn't live long but an evil person can live for a thousand years. How can a crazy woman villain like me die?" The Saber Master got furious. "A cracked bell can never sound well. You b*stard, you want to make trouble for me, don't you?" Seeing that the two of them were about to confront each other once again, Ding Hao quickly changed the subject to release the tension between them. Then he asked, "By the way, I have been unable to get in touch with you. What happened?" "It's all because of the Heaven-Earth Blood Bone." The Saber Master gritted her teeth and said, "That damned 'Three-headed Heave

"Good, but not good enough for what's coming" She picked up a dagger with a thin ridge along the hilt. "We need reforged silver weapons strong enough to cut through enhanced Vampire skin and corrupted shifters. And we need shock-resistant blades. Whatever Iron Fangs is brewing...". She paused and her face hardened. We need to be prepared". I turned the dagger in my hand. "Bloodhound supplies the best?". "They always have. They forge with moonstone-infused steel which is stronger, lighter, and more durable". She tapped the blade. "We need at least two chests' worth".

If she could get there. The Hound lunged. Not with speed, but with a terrible, relentless force. Elidra twisted, taking the brunt of his shoulder on her back, shielding Kieran. She cried out, stumbling forward. The potted plants tipped over, soil scattering. The Hound grabbed her arm, his fingers like iron. His blank eyes were inches from hers, his breath sour. The witch-iron knife came up, aiming not for her, but to hook under the swaddling hide, to pry her child from her grasp.

"So am I." The first hammer hit the chapel door before the dawn star could break the orchard haze. Wolves shifted in the hush, boots scuffing stone, breath caught tight between teeth that had forgotten how to beg. The old oak cracked on the second blow, a splinter of cold air sliding in around the iron brace. A spear tip punched through. Then another. Then the roar of Calor's hounds broke the hush for good. Kieran lifted his blade. His eyes were black and bright all at once , a crown forged in ruin.

I stretched my hand, grabbed the sword, and swivelled my body in mid-air, making a perfect hero's skill. I landed on the ground, and I felt my muscles urging me to fight. I can feel my whole body aching for war, ready to shed blood. I am ready to show them what they just did to me, to get revenge and to teach them that no one messes with Rey Reed and goes Scot free. I unsheathed the sword from its housing, and I was awed by its sight. It was different from any other sword I had ever seen. It is glowing red, instead of the normal white.

He swings the sword at me again, but I dodge it and leap towards him, biting at his arm. He howls in pain and drops the sword, grabbing at his bleeding arm. I turn to face the hounds, who are snarling and snapping at me, their eyes glowing in the dim light. One of them lunges and gets me in the shoulder, its deep teeth sinking in. I let out a howl of pain, but I don't back down. I know that I need to protect Winter, no matter what. I shake the hound off my shoulder and lunge at it, sinking my teeth into its neck.

And, as a reward for his good deed, she would give him something Knight didn't already have: true love. - In that moment, she put an unbreakable spell on his blood. A spell that would make him recognize his soul mate, the woman he would love forever and who would be the mother of his heirs, immediately. That would make him fall deeply and hopelessly in love with her as soon as he saw her. That would make him love her, want her and need her, and only her, until the last moment of his life. And so it would be easier for him to find eternal happiness in the arms of his predestined woman. In her words, it was a precious blessing. A blessing that would become his family's legacy, because from the

If she was not careful, she might lose her life. "We'd rather, we get our revenge sooner than later… How hard could taking Arthur's Stark's life be?" Kathy asked, gritting her teeth. After learning that Arthur killed her brothers, she despised him even more, and now she just wanted him to pay for his crimes by dying. "Patience… you'll get your revenge soon!" Amber repeated, this time she was sounding annoyed. Ever since she got to this damn place all she had been hearing about was 'revenge' and it was so annoying.