Revenge Of The Iron-blooded Sword Hound Webnovel Romane & Geschichten

I shouted, but she was frozen, her eyes fixed on the hound as it turned, as it sighted me instead, as it decided that I was the greater threat. Good. Let it decide that. I had no weapon but shadow and desperation. The geas was burning now, the hour's grace expiring, my magic guttering like a candle in a hurricane. But I was not the girl who had died screaming at a screen. I was the revenant who had risen from burial soil with darkness in her teeth. The hound charged.

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.

She had not even had time to accept that Kayden was missing, and now she was being told he was dead. Only now did the reality of his death begin to sink in. She also realized her heart was icy cold, yet even that could not put out the burning fire rising inside her. Like a madwoman, she suddenly turned on Robin. Her long nails tore open the skin on his neck, and blood immediately began to seep out. Robin let out a muffled groan but did not dare make another sound. He could only grit his teeth and endure the pain. A second later, Magnolia turned on someone else and kicked the lead surgeon. His hair was already gray, and that kick was enough to make him cough up blood.

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

At that point, at least her body is immune to various weapons. “Was this wound inflicted from that youngster’s strength, or from that strange sword?” Rao Guohoa touched his scratched chest, there was black blood dripping thinly from the wound. The blood that showed that Rao Guohoa had a different body structure from humans. "Damn it! The black blood is poisonous!” Zhou Fu lowered his head for a moment to brush his sword across the meadow. He didn't think that the splash of Rao Guohoa's blood would cause burns and blisters on the skin on his hands.

A symbol of a crown with a wolf howling into the red blood moon. I collapse to the floor, my lungs unable to hold my own breath. How could he have been so ruthless, how could he have been so heartless towards me and mine. Reuben you truly are a monster. I grip the silver sword’s sharp blade with my hand squeezing it tightly. The stinging of the cutting wound causing blood to freefall down my arm, but I couldn’t feel the pain. “How….how could you?” I scream. A surge of anger courses through my blood from what he has done to me. My tears stop, a determination replacing them.

Several senior leaders of the Orthodox Path were caught in the path and fell to the ground, vomiting blood and saliva. Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and raised his arm. The Sword of the Vermilion Bird returned to him. His fingers wrapped firmly on its hilt, and he charged. Like a bolt of lightning, he dashed forward with reckless abandon. But this time, the Sword of the Vermilion Bird struck true; blood spattered around him as the tip of his sword sank deep through her chest, tearing through her heart.

Gideon's tone was eerily calm. With a slight wave of his hand, the sea of blood condensed into two massive blood-colored swords that came crashing down from the sky. "No!" Marley and Murphy let out hysterical screams. They fought desperately to resist, but it was futile. In the face of the blood swords, all resistance was meaningless. With a boom, the swords struck, and Marley and Murphy perished without even a body left behind. Gideon turned around. His gaze landed on Draven, who shuddered as a chill shot up his spine.

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.

The sounds of the bones crushing as the blade speared through to his heart filled him with satisfaction. Soon enough, the king was dead with wide eyes of shock. No one said a word about the scene that unfolded before them. Xanthanius picked the blood stained crown from his father’s head and placed it on his. “Welcome to a new reign of Aspena” he said proudly. The years of training paid off. AUTHOR’S NOTE (PLEASE READ ME!) Thank you for counting this book worthy of your attention and time! Welcome to my first ever attempt at a Romantasy (Romance and Fantasy) genre. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.