Revenge Of The Iron-blooded Sword Hound Webnovel Novels & Stories

Kael murmured. “From Veyris?” I asked. “Or someone else.” It happened fast—a sharp whistle cut through the air, and the hounds surged forward. Kael’s sword was in his hand instantly. Lucien’s daggers flashed in the moonlight. I gripped my staff, heart pounding. The first hound lunged at Kael, and he met it with a clean, brutal strike that sent it sprawling. Another came at me, its jaws snapping, but I swung my staff in a wide arc, catching it hard across the muzzle. It yelped and stumbled back.

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.

"Why are you doing this? I am your Luna?" Alison Carter, Luna of the Rose Moon Pack, cried while clutching her side. Bleeding from her Alpha's claws. Her red long hair was now drenched with blood. Her sapphire eyes reflected her fear and disgust against the perpetrators.

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

He did whatever his mother told him. And because I loved him, I let it go as long as it wasn’t too much. However, I never imagined that even in something like this, he’d side with his family to deceive me. He had completely betrayed my trust. Just then, as the cameraman following us finally lowered his gear, Mira suddenly lunged forward, snatched up the camera, and smashed it hard against the ground. She pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. “Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online!

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

"Then explain how you knew about ChemCore's financial troubles. How you knew exactly when to approach Marcus Zhao. How you knew to run before I even showed you who I really am." Lila's sobs had quieted. She was listening now, despite her terror. "I got lucky," I whispered. "I did research" "You knew things no amount of research could tell you." Richard's free hand tangled in my hair, yanked my head back. "You knew I would hurt you before I ever touched you. You know exactly what kind of monster I am." The knife traced down my throat, not cutting, just promising. "So I will ask you once, Aria. Only once." His lips brushed my ear. "How?"

What I was. "People of the hidden blood," I began, voice booming with the strength of Alpha compulsion, "today is not just a reckoning. It is revelation. The vampire lord Draven dared to challenge our law. He dared to steal from my lands, slaughter my wolves, including my nine years old niece, and spit in the face of our ancestors." I turned back to Elior. "So I spit back." The crowd gasped as I unsheathed my twin sword—a relic of the First Moon, bathed in the blood of both species. I placed the flat edge against Elior's neck.

Mathias bellowed out a roar that pierced my ears just as Aodh drove his sword into Lamia’s back. The crushing feeling of boulders stacking upon me hit me hard. My heart skipped a beat or two knowing she was not coming back from that. Still, I didn’t falter and rushed head-on to finish the job she couldn’t. With inhuman strength I leaped at Aodh, securely grabbing the dagger and pushing it further into his chest. The pummel cut my hand where the stone had been shattered. My blood created a new stone, soaked up by the magical elements of the steel in my palm.