Revenge Of The Iron Blooded Sword Hound Novels & Stories

Evadne’s uncle, Marcus’ brother, and Elodie’s new lover. Marc was cackling with bloodlust in his eyes, a blood-stained silver sword in his hand. Behind him, the Bloodhounds crept and crept and crept. Under the light of broken moon and amid the blood-red burning flames and shrieking of his bestfriend, the Bloodhounds lunged at him. *** Evadne’s POV

“I don’t know what you’re talking about; I’m human,” For a moment, Lukan’s dead eyes gaze intently into mine. To my surprise, he releases his grip on my hair and takes a step back. “You really don’t know, do you? Oh, darling, I’m sorry to break this to you, but you’re most definitely not all human. No human would have survived the stab wounds of a hellhound’s claws. Hmm…I guess that’s a mystery for another time. Right now, all I want is a little revenge.” His hand slides down my shoulder and grips the middle of my dress, ripping it down the middle. My body quivers with fear, which seems to gratify him.

Gerald replied to Kambiri. "And you say you are among the ones that will return again?" Kambiri asked. "Oh yes! and when I return again with my full might! just like I killed your father I will kill all of you! and have your blood in my bare..." Gerald was still saying but Kamdiri angrily transforms his hand and aggravated the issue by pushing out his claws and slashing Gerald's throat. "Go tell him that you have failed, I have killed you, and have your own drops of blood in my bare hands," Kamdiri said with a fit of anger as he turns his back on the others.

Waylon said, “This sword is forged using dragon blood. That’s why it’s called Dragonslayer. It is imbued with a dragon’s power. If you don’t believe me, feel free to watch the show.” As he said that, he sighed. “The Giovannis have accomplished their duty. From today onward, Divine Sword Villa will never forge another sword again.” “That won’t do! I still need you to repair Excalibur,” Callan hurriedly said. “Hahaha… That is true.” Waylon laughed and said, “Enough of this conversation. Let’s go have a drink!” He dragged Callan away. Callan could not help but sigh. He had no idea what would happen to Divine Sword Villa.

It was the embodiment of a predator and it was assigned to kill me. The thing reeled back its head after in a great roar as if to bellowed out fire on me, the tiny figure standing in front of it. I instinctively rose the Aurora sword in front of me. Instead of normal flame, it blew out a steady stream of black and purple fire. The sword sliced it in half, protecting me. After the breath, it turned its head and gazed at me with one bright golden hazel eye. The fearsome intelligence I saw in it scared me even more. I was going to have to defeat this thing, and it might possibly be smarter than me. It was most definitely stronger.

Will heard the commotion before he was close enough to see and by the pungent scent of iron in the air, he knew he was running head-on into a bloodbath. The first sight that met his eyes was a hunter on the back of a brown wolf and a silver rope wrapped around its neck, by the looks of it, she was quickly losing consciousness. Will didn’t blink when he sprang from the ground and knocked the hunter off, the sound of bones shattering when his weight came down on the man only made him thirsty for blood.

Hanson and Roderick played along since they could tell he was on edge. Keegan only knew he needed to see her again and solve the mystery of her. She didn’t smell like a wolf, but she didn’t smell human either. Plus, that smoke and heat coming off her was curious. He has seen many different things in this long life, but that lady with fire in her eyes sent a thousand curiosities through his mind all at once. Most of them centered below her eyes, but hell after all he was still just a wolf in men’s clothing.

This was planned. Coordinated. Precise. Three from the front. Two circling wide. One waiting. Watching. Smart. I smiled. “Good.” I lunged forward, meeting the first wave head-on. Claws tore into flesh. Teeth clashed. The forest exploded into movement. One wolf leapt for my throat. I shifted mid-motion, my body twisting violently as bone cracked and reshaped— Human. My hand caught its jaw mid-air. I drove a blade straight through its skull.

This is a trap. Grrrrr... A low growl sounded from all directions. Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. Grave Hounds. Revira backed away slowly, hugging Ardan tightly. "Don’t be afraid, son." The largest Grave Hound stepped forward. It sniffed the air, its eyes fixed on Ardan. The faint scent of Moon Blood was highly tempting to it. "Go away!" Revira yelled. The Grave Hound leader roared, then leaped to attack.

He had kind eyes, unlike the other man who had brought the sword. But he didn’t even blink. They had to pin me down. Two men grabbed me by the arms as I screamed and kicked, hysterical. My knees scraped against the pavement. I watched in horror as Angelo approached my father, sword in hand, slow and calm. And then, without hesitation, he swung. The blade sliced clean through. There was a sickening crack, and then silence. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. My father’s body slumped forward. His head rolled, blood pooling thick and fast across the cement. His eyes—his beautiful, kind, terrified eyes—were closed. Like he was sleeping.