Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sword Hound

My warriors net them head on, steak clashing with claws, fangs sinking into flesh, claws against claws, bodies colliding with brutal force. I heard the first scream—a warrior being torn apart by a Revenant, its rotten claws sinking into his chest. I roared, swinging my blade at the nearest creature. It was a Hellhound, its massive jaws snapping at my face. I dodged, driving my sword deep into its ribs. It howled then shadow fire burst from the wound before it collapsed. To my right, Rowan fought with deadly precision, his twin blades cutting through Nyx Wraiths before they could phase away.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

For some reason, this feels a whole lot like a goodbye. The demon slowly descended from her throne, her movements soundless and smooth, her smile only growing wider as she languidly stretched her hand out in front of her… and before their very eyes, out of thin air, right from the gathering shadows itself, a sword–the Royal family's sword to be exact–was suddenly pulled forth from the depths of the darkness, Bellona’s blade was gleaming wickedly against the moonlight, still stained with fresh, dripping blood. Sir Hans Bathory had barely pulled his own sword out from the fallen body of one of her many beasts, listening to it grind against something as he pulled it free when he saw this happen

Unawares he straightaway lowered his hands, and the sound halted. It stunned me to see this. It was all happening in a snap. He jerked the dust off the book and put it down, and opened it with a flash glistening in my eyes. "From Golden words to the enmity of blood, to break Lisa's curse, you have to live her heart-wrenching wounds." He handed me a pendant with blue crystal wrapped around the chain. "Go! You're my last hope, Irene." His words... It made me feel as if I was in the act of emotional history. My one choice would decide the fate of this island.

Ansif cursed looking him . Arif opened the door to go out , but Aisha enter inside with a first aid kit . Analyzing his face for few seconds , she said "not bad as last time !" She walked to Ansif whose back was facing her , she stood in front on him and gasped seeing how her husband coloured his face with blood . "Looks like you was not in a mood to fight else-" Aisha tried to joke , Ansif smiled lightly and hissed when she wiped the alcohol on the red marked area of his face "- you were guilty" she added with a cold face .

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

I took a deep breath and composed myself. ...But little do I know, this made his arousal for revenge fiery. Blind in vengeance, he was going to make an irredeemable mistake...

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

She had been into other facilities before too, but the look on her face told me she was thinking the same thing as me. Then my mind started to calculate options. I crawled back to the girl and laid my hand just above the sword, but stopped. “What is it?” asked the naga. “I think it’s protected,” I said feeling at the sword’s aura. “Her blood,” she said. “Smear her blood on the blade so it would recognise you as her.” I nodded. I took her already injured hand and glided it on the blade. I then approached my fingers slowly, really slowly, I expected something to happen, but when my finger connected, nothing did. But I could feel a buzzing under my skin. There was a protection. It would probabl