Revenge Of The Iron-blooded Sword Hound S2 Release Date Novels & Stories

"She's bleeding mother. Why are you being so cruel?" Oh. I was bleeding? My fingers came up to the spot she had cut the hair off, and when I pulled it back, I saw dark red liquid on the tip of my finger. "An accident." Susan simply said, not bothering to apologize for the cut. Unfamiliar rage and fury burned like acid in my tongue, and in that moment I hated her. I hated her more than I had ever hated any of the people who had looked down on me in the kingdom. She was an old Luna, and Damien's mother alone. How dare she just cut me? Make me bleed?

Her entire body curled up defensively, convulsing violently as waves of pain crashed over her. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she gasped for air. After what felt like an eternity, Sera finally recovered enough to speak. But instead of pleading for mercy, rage consumed her. She looked up at Damien with pure hatred burning in her eyes. "Bah!" she spat, literally spitting blood at his feet. "Damien! You really think you're some high and mighty god?!" "If not for Stormfang Pack's resources, for the chance to step on you to climb higher, would I waste my time serving an arrogant, utterly stupid Alpha like you?!"

This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do. They both started fighting and even if Stephan was quite aged he was strong, he matched Sean's every punch but Sean still had the upper hand maybe it was because the right was on his side. The door on one side opened and a few men came to pull Sean back from their boss. I thought only three of them were there? I had Sean's phone in my hand so I texted Harry and Nick to come as fast as they could.

“Obviously? She’s dead, remember? I’m Lucy Solace.” Then Bryan remembered the day he drove Ginger to her surgery. “Listen, you’ll see the full effect of the surgery in three months, and you’ll feel the pain within those months,” Dr. Guevarra said. “So after three months, you’d better go back here for a check-up, Ginger.” “Okay, got it,” Ginger responded and smiled. “Let’s start the procedure and kill Ginger. Lucy Solace will be born soon.” His eyes widened, “It’s really you?! Wow, look how much you’ve changed.”

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

“I really think it is possible to pull your company out of the rut, and that’s why I made the offer.” Of course that was not the only reason. She amended silently, drumming her fingers harder. She’d done it to prove to Ethan Lachlan that she was just as capable of cold hard revenge as he. To teach him a lesson in humility and also teach him to never toy with a woman’s emotions the way he constantly played hers around. It had been a week since she’d threatened him. A week of stealthily planning her hostile takeover, liaising with her lawyers and investigators, coming up with a reject-proof offer she had been certain Mr. Saunders could not turn down. He hadn’t of course. And in the process of

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

Finally, something to kill. It makes Ms. Beast very happy. With the Mortuary sword held high, I go after a hellhound larger than the ones we see on the island. And fresher. I don't stop to think about what this creature really is. It wants me dead, and that's enough for me to end its existence. Toxic saliva drips from razor teeth. Creepy, intelligent eyes don't blink when it charges. Sword held in my massive claws as I've been trained, I swing. A large spray of blood covers me, and the hound's head sails through the air until it hits a tree with a loud, wet smack.

Rona grabbed her spear, her Pale Fang scouts dropping into low, defensive stances. The first Iron Hound lunged. It did not aim for the men. It leaped straight for Killian, its massive, armored chest designed to crush bones upon impact. Killian did not step back. He met the beast head-on, his large hands reaching out to grab the iron plates on its shoulders. The impact drove his boots three inches into the frozen dirt, but he held his ground. With a grunt of pure, savage strength, he twisted his shoulders, using the beast’s own momentum to hurl it sideways into the rock face. The iron armor cracked against the stone, the hound letting out a sickening crunch as its ribs shattered.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw