Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Iron-blooded Sword Hound Webnovel

It's now or never that's why I continued. "I heard a loud thud from the staircase above me and I rushed to see what happened just to find out Alex lying on the end of the stairs sith blood pouring from his head. Azvameth was on top of it with a knife in his hand and a horrible smile on his face while he continued to cut Alex's stomach with it. I can swear on my life that I saw Alex's liver just before Azvameth noticed my presence and looked up. Azvameth ran away as soon as he saw me and the man died on spot. I still called Noah and I don't know what I said to him or what I did. All I remember is staring at Alex dead body for so long until Noah arrived,"

She had been into other facilities before too, but the look on her face told me she was thinking the same thing as me. Then my mind started to calculate options. I crawled back to the girl and laid my hand just above the sword, but stopped. “What is it?” asked the naga. “I think it’s protected,” I said feeling at the sword’s aura. “Her blood,” she said. “Smear her blood on the blade so it would recognise you as her.” I nodded. I took her already injured hand and glided it on the blade. I then approached my fingers slowly, really slowly, I expected something to happen, but when my finger connected, nothing did. But I could feel a buzzing under my skin. There was a protection. It would probabl

Then I saw it. I had a vision again. The same one I had completely forgotten about. The same one I had before I went into the past. And this time it was way more vivid than the last. Roman was holding a dagger. Blood was dripping from the tip. Drop, drop, drop. The air smelt different. Ghastly. And the dagger was really giving death. Roman's head was slightly bent, and he was covered in blood, but I didn't know whether it was his or someone else's.

“But the blood remembers.” Kaelen squared his stance. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t kneel.” A slow smile spread across the shadow’s face. “You carry the blade that once struck her down. Do you not see the irony of your defiance?” Kaelen didn’t waver. “I’m not my ancestor. I don’t serve your story.” The creature’s laughter rumbled through the ground. “All stories serve me, wolf.” It lunged. Kaelen barely dodged the strike, his sword meeting claws that sparked with black light. The impact threw him backward, crashing through a fallen pillar. He rolled to his feet, coughing, blood on his lip.

Love reborn. We struck our blades onto the anvil—clang—metal singing. “On three,” I said. “One.” “Two.” We struck together, echoing a promise. That’s when the ground trembled. The Blood Moon outside pressed too close. I opened my mouth to say something—when a blast rocked the forge. Fire spat. Sparks rained. Reya’s head whipped up, eyes ablaze. Someone screamed. We drew swords. The Blood Moon cast our shadows long and dark.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the scalpel again. Just as I sighed in relief, his phone rang with a call from Giselle.

I spread both arms and grew my claws. Immediately when they got to me, I grabbed them by the neck and dipped my finger into their skin. I watched as their blood scattered all over my body, and it gave me so much pleasure. I threw their lifeless body to the ground and continued into the battlefield. I saw Harrison also fighting hard on the battlefield. Soldiers from the Blood Moon pack began to arrive, and they helped us to fight the rogues who were more than we were. Another rogue attacked me with his sword, I grabbed his neck again and squeezed the life out of him. I took his sword and began using it against the rogues.

He swings the sword at me again, but I dodge it and leap towards him, biting at his arm. He howls in pain and drops the sword, grabbing at his bleeding arm. I turn to face the hounds, who are snarling and snapping at me, their eyes glowing in the dim light. One of them lunges and gets me in the shoulder, its deep teeth sinking in. I let out a howl of pain, but I don't back down. I know that I need to protect Winter, no matter what. I shake the hound off my shoulder and lunge at it, sinking my teeth into its neck.

“To live… or to destroy those who tried to kill you.” So, I chose the later. Armed with nothing but a steel heart and a new identity, I promise to destroy them all, to pay them back for the wrongs they have all done against me. Then, it is time to begin my revenge. ______ Bloodmoon Academy I stood at the gates of the Bloodmoon Academy. The academy loomed ahead—proud and regal. A place for warriors and elites, the cruelest and the untouchable trained here. A place where I once had no place. But now, I walked it's grounds freely.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.