روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sword Hound

He spat the blood as his only response to the Grand Hunter. Lorath twisted a smirk on his lips. “You’re too proud for your own good.” He raised his broadsword into the air and said, “I’ll be the one to put an end to your bloodline once and for all.” —[Sword of Wolf Hirashi]— Raeherys had to cover his eyes as the broadsword flashed brightly along with the triangular mark on Lorath’s chest. The light shone in gold as the weapon absorbed the energy from his chest.

She was hissing in pain. "Please don't kill me" she begged with close eyes. "Open your fucking eyes" he shouted so loud that her ears started to rang, and in one milliseconds she opened her eyes in terror. Her eyes were begging but it didn't moved him a bit. "Listen to me you bitch! If you ever try to insult me again, with your long tongue then believe me I will cut your tongue first and then I'll bury you alive under this house" he shouted in her ear while her head was tilted to her left shoulder.

But there was no sword! 'W-What the fuck is happening!? I didn't release control of it!' The Vampire could see the Human smiling through the visor of his plate armor, reveling in in the Vampire's confusion. He couldn't resist feeling almost euphoric looking down at his now defenseless enemy. Realizing the danger he found himself in the Vampire used his own blood to summon another blood sword into his hands taking another quick swing at the Human. !!! Only for the same thing to happen once again. The Hound's grin now growing out of control. "Die blood sucker!' The Hound cried striking out with his own sword decapitating the Vampire.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

Ashterah's cry echoed like a banshee's scream in the night. When the flames cleared and I could see again, I realized the sword had cut into half of her neck. The other half however was hardened with scales and no matter how hard Phoenix pushed, how hard she screamed and strained to drive the sword all the way through, the sword would not move any further. But Ashterah was losing blood. Even more strange was how the blood she lost was quickly absorbed into the sword. It was feeding on her blood and doing it greedily. Somewhere in my head a voice registered this sword was called Vengeance.

“Come then, bitch.” We collided. His sword slashed against my fur, as pain flared along my shoulder, but my jaws clamped down on his arm, crunching through metal until the taste of iron and blood filled my mouth. His painful shout filled the night. I threw him back, his body crashing against the stones. His men rushed forward, but I continued fighting, claws tearing into flesh and armor alike. Bodies fell and screams filled the air. The bond tugged again, it was faint but there. He was alive, he was weak, but alive. My heart surged with relief and more fury. He had bled for me, and now I would burn the world for him.

Calhoun and his men were in the thick of it, tearing through the Hounds with ease and brutality that was honestly a little terrifying and, if I was being honest, a little hot. He caught a Hound mid air, snapped its neck, and tossed it aside like a used tissue. "Less cheering, more shooting!" Calhoun yelled, ducking under a sword swing from the masked leader. The leader of the Iron Hounds spurred his horse toward me, realizing I was the source of the light. He raised a glowing staff, chanting in a language that made my ears bleed. "You are an abomination!" he screamed. "And you have a very punchable mask!" I countered.

More blood spurted like a geyser from his open mouth as I twisted the blade like a freewheel, basking in the gasps of horror that echoed in the space with macabre delight. The square was silent save for the ragged breaths and harsh murmurs of the wolves surrounding us. Adrenaline hummed sweetly in my wrists and fingertips before I slowly wiped the bloody blade on my tongue, fangs flashing when I tasted the delicious, metallic liquid. I wanted them to see. To open their eyes and understand what I did to anyone who crossed me. Who would dare to defy me?! Hagrid’s giant body thrashed wildly before he fell forward, making me wrench out the sword with his guts still wrapped around the blade as he

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."