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

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.

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.

Steel screams against steel. The air fills with sparks and blood and the stench of ozone as the storm answers me like an old friend. The first hunter dies without a sound—his head rolling through wet leaves as Noctis drinks deep and hums low in my grip. The shadows surge, swallowing his blood before it can stain the earth. The others hesitate. For half a breath. Then they come. Claws of iron flash. Runeblades carve arcs of fire through the rain. Chains lash out like striking serpents, sizzling with spells meant to bind even gods.

“The wolves are their counterparts. They won’t harm people. I’m pretty sure they will only retaliate if they are attacked first. I mean like all other beings.” “Are you trying to say we attacked them first?” Serene said with a scowl on her face, feeling insulted with my statement. “How dare you betray your family and side with those abominations.” “No! It’s not what I meant. Aren’t we the same? We also retaliate if we are provoked?” I spoke with a hint of exasperation. “Oh, please, sister. Clearly you are siding with them. Have you lost your humanity while staying with them?” Her tone was laced with venom.

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Torturer’s POV As the clash of swords reverberated through the room, the air crackled with anticipation and the scent of bloodlust. I, the torturer, found myself drawn into the fray, compelled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The Luna's guard, formidable and resolute, met my own guards with unwavering determination. I stepped forward, my movements calculated and precise. My hands tightly gripped the hilt of my weapon, a testament to my years of training in the art of combat. I engaged in the dance of blades, joining the fray with an intensity matched only by the Luna's guard.

my bad luck. I exited the arsenal cautiously, and the sight made my blood boil. Many rogues are trying to overpower our warriors, and I can smell the metallic smell of blood in the air. We started moving towards the pack house without getting noticed. We were about to enter when a rogue came in front of us, blocking the entry; his brown coat was covered in blood. He snarled at us; I looked at Beth and gestured to get inside as soon as she got the chance. She was terrified but nodded. I took a step towards the wolf, and he lunged at me with his left paw on my right hand, in which I was holding the sword. I landed on the ground with a thud and felt the air knocked out of my lungs. I screamed i

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

VIKTOR “Please!” I screamed, my knees slamming into the stone as the blade hovered above the baby’s neck. The cold metal shook, trembling with the weight of death. The baby’s shrill cry tore through the air, slicing me open from the inside. My heir. My blood. “Stop,” I choked, my voice breaking. “Please.” But my pleas were denied. The sword came down with a sickening thump against her tiny neck. Blood sprayed warm across my hands. The taste of iron filled my mouth as I screamed again. And again. And again.

That I need to fight to give our pup the life she deserves. The next morning when I wake up I find that Ruby and Garnet are still beside me. I wake them, and see that their eyes too are red and swollen. We get dressed and enter the living room. The bodies are gone but the bloodstains are still visible. The smell of blood is still overwhelming. An enormous bout of anger washes over me. I seek revenge. Encouraged by Aminta, I decide to go and look for Ahriman, Ruby and Garnet join me. I know that Zared hasn’t killed him because I would have felt them mate bond break. “He’s ours to kill,” Aminta growls.

And so, with a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by grief, I rose to my feet once more, my sword held aloft in a silent vow of retribution. The battle was far from over, and though Allan's voice may have been silenced, his spirit lived on within me, driving me forward with a fierce determination to see justice served. A primal rage consumed me, painting my vision red with fury. With a savage roar, I surged forward, my sword cutting through flesh and bone with ruthless efficiency. Each strike was fueled by a burning desire for vengeance, each blow a symphony of pain and despair.