Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sword Hound 소설 & 이야기

"Look carefully, Jake. My affection level for you is now 0%. I doubt your score will ever change again. "I couldn't care less about controlling you. You're not worth a single ounce of my attention. Even adjusting your progress feels like a complete waste of my time. "To be honest, anything remotely connected to you makes me feel sick." Jake's face went pale, as if his spine had been ripped from him. He staggered, clutching the wall for support. "W‑Why can't you even bring yourself to despise me?" I gave no reply and simply walked away. The essence of true revenge wasn't in controlling him. It was in treating him like he had never existed.

But they were kind of disappointed. Stephen wasn’t a weak Vampire. But he never even let his Vampire side over powering him. But letting his Wolf lose... That was something they didn’t expect from him. At least not for a Human. "If I had not let my Wolf lose, it would have been worse. Next time. I repeat. If anything happens to Callum. Or someone brought him here like this, without my knowledge. I am gonna destroy it all". He snarled. His eyes turned red for a while before they turned deep blue. His fangs restored as he picked an unconscious Callum in his arms.

Hill was dragged by the collar and thrown over, lying prone on the ground, looking abject. Ben asked, “What's the situation?” He at this time had a very frightening look on his face, akin to an enraged Devil, the God of the Underworld, filled with an intense murderous aura throughout his being. However, Hill persisted resiliently, refusing to give a single response. Ben asked again, “Are you going to answer or not?” While Hill was being interrogated, the bodyguards forcefully stepped on him again. He unable to bear the pain, wailed and yelled on the ground, but still refused to answer, instead changing the topic:

The Council’s most ruthless hunter. And it was already tracking their scent. The first scream tore through the camp like a knife. Rio bolted upright as silver-eyed vampires rushed past the window. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. “They’ve found us,” Odessa hissed, her crimson coat swirling as she unsheathed twin daggers. Claude’s voice roared outside. “TO ARMS!” The Bloodhound struck like a shadow. Seven feet tall, its black cloak shredded by thorns, its pale, eyeless face framed by a mane of tangled hair. Long, jagged claws gleamed in the firelight as it tore through two rebels in a single swipe—one headless, the other split nearly in half.

Every blood arrow was like lava. It was as dense as an arrow cluster, washing the sky. This area of the void was instantly melted by the fire and kept collapsing, bursting out a sound like dragging steel. This strike was full of the anger and hatred of Ten Thousand Thought Savage Dragon. He swore to destroy Head Dog's body and soul! But just as the rain of blood was about to fall on Head Dog, Head Dog looked up at him. There was a hint of pride in Head Dog’s eyes that could not be hidden.

my bad luck. I exited the arsenal cautiously, and the sight made my blood boil. Many rogues are trying to overpower our warriors, and I can smell the metallic smell of blood in the air. We started moving towards the pack house without getting noticed. We were about to enter when a rogue came in front of us, blocking the entry; his brown coat was covered in blood. He snarled at us; I looked at Beth and gestured to get inside as soon as she got the chance. She was terrified but nodded. I took a step towards the wolf, and he lunged at me with his left paw on my right hand, in which I was holding the sword. I landed on the ground with a thud and felt the air knocked out of my lungs. I screamed i

His gray eyes cut through me, cold and merciless, the eyes of a wolf who had spent his life ruling with teeth. “You think to stand between me and my own blood?” He growled. I did more than I thought. I moved. Steel slammed against steel as my sword rose to catch his strike. Sparks spat across the circle. The force of the blow rattled my bones to the marrow, but I held. The Oathblade hissed as though alive. For a heartbeat, I swore it recognized me. Then fire shot up my arm.

Gideon's tone was eerily calm. With a slight wave of his hand, the sea of blood condensed into two massive blood-colored swords that came crashing down from the sky. "No!" Marley and Murphy let out hysterical screams. They fought desperately to resist, but it was futile. In the face of the blood swords, all resistance was meaningless. With a boom, the swords struck, and Marley and Murphy perished without even a body left behind. Gideon turned around. His gaze landed on Draven, who shuddered as a chill shot up his spine.

"If that's the case then you should go and die..." I got angry, a long sword appeared in my hand. Red glowing sword. It has been washed with the blood of thousands of Hill villagers and also the blood of thousands of innocent people. The sword that carries the energy and strength and resentment of thousands of people, as if to energize me, I decisively jumped up and swung the sword at Watson.

Several senior leaders of the Orthodox Path were caught in the path and fell to the ground, vomiting blood and saliva. Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and raised his arm. The Sword of the Vermilion Bird returned to him. His fingers wrapped firmly on its hilt, and he charged. Like a bolt of lightning, he dashed forward with reckless abandon. But this time, the Sword of the Vermilion Bird struck true; blood spattered around him as the tip of his sword sank deep through her chest, tearing through her heart.