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

The pale moon was all she could see if she was searching for it, however, even that was hidden by the bright lights. There were men on top of the wall. They control the beams of light, rotating them toward her and the mercenary. From below, a speaker turned on, filling the air with static. “State your name and business!” She didn’t see guns, but she felt like they were on her. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. She tensed as the mercenary leaned back. She hadn’t noticed how cold she was until his unintentional body heat was removed. “The Raven. I’ve returned with a gift for the King’s harem.”

"Don't ever use such disgusting tactics ever again. Ange is a pure man, and seeing you do what you do too often will change him." Screw me… I must've been blind in my previous life to ever think Evonne's disgusting face could be even remotely compared to my ideal woman. "Evonne, do you see that dog outside? When it gets food, it bows in thanks. As for you, you're worse than a dog. Not only do you demand food, but you complain about it being cold, then throw it in the face of the person who fed you." Evonne frowned. "Chase Shannon, this is your last chance."

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Indeed, Fathia no longer needs that. For her now, it's about ensuring that Alef faces his punishment. Prolonged suffering, the kind that Fathia has endured. Its revenge sparked by the bitterness inside her. Wrapped in years of accumulated resentment, this vengeance is the essence of Alef's blind heart and mind. The accumulation of all his discontent with life, fueling him to commit such heinous acts.

Eira wielded her shadowsteel sword as though she’d been born to dance with death. Behind every movement lived the unpredictable savagery of the slums. She struck where no soldier expected. When an Ironblood warrior’s axe came crashing toward my side, I didn’t even have to look. I already knew she’d be there. Her blade flashed. The attacker’s throat opened. Before his body even hit the ground, I was already spinning, splitting in half the man trying to flank her. Above us… Around us… Noctis raged like a living catastrophe. His tail crushed bones.

The sword light flashes, and the Crimson Cloud Sword once again sweeps through this disgusting tongue, cutting it apart. "A critical hit! -610!" Another blow to its weak point. The Blood Infant suffers another setback, both pained and furious. "I will eat you! Devour you!" The Blood Infant's voice becomes mournful, like the cry of an owl, suppressing the soul. With the Blood Infant's desperate cries, its mouth, already large, splits open further, from the cheek area extending all the way to behind its ear. Originally with a large head, its mouth, after this new split, opens like a whale devouring the sea, appearing particularly eerie.

"If that's the case then you should go and die..." I got angry, a long sword appeared in my hand. Red glowing sword. It has been washed with the blood of thousands of Hill villagers and also the blood of thousands of innocent people. The sword that carries the energy and strength and resentment of thousands of people, as if to energize me, I decisively jumped up and swung the sword at Watson.