Revenge Of The Sword Hound Novel Novels & Stories

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Horrified, Lukan twists his head and cries out mournfully when he notices that his wings are missing. Using his distraction, I elbow one of the hellhounds in the face and kick the other in the knee. Both of them go down howling. Before they can attack, I cut them both down, reach for my sword, and prepare for Lukan’s attack. Just as Lukan is preparing to strike me down, I aim my sword at his chest and pierce his heart. You can hear the sound of the sword hitting flesh and piercing bone as it stabs through his chest.

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.

Matthias swore and told Nicholas, “Drive faster, Nick.” “I’m driving as fast as I can.” The Hellhounds did not stop. They were gaining on them quickly. Callie readied Lucifer’s Grace as a Hound ran to the side of their vehicle. The Hound bared its yellow fangs at her and she pointed it and waited. The Hound lunged and she stabbed it through the mouth. The blade pierced through the back of the Hound’s head. She pulled the sword back and the Hound went limp, its blood flew backwards and hit Matthias in the face. He sighed and wiped the blood off.

Goblets, not weapons. A blur of fur and snapping jaws lunged at Sophie through the smoke. She barely had time to pivot before something gleamed in the air. “Catch!” Johnny’s voice rang out, wild with exhilaration. Sophie snatched the shining sword from midair on instinct. The weight of it settled into her palm like an old memory. She drove it forward without hesitation, straight through the rogue’s chest. The wolf’s momentum carried it another step before it collapsed at her feet. Blood splattered across her dress, hot and slick. Her breath didn’t hitch. Her hands didn’t shake.

“But like I said… I’m used to it. These wounds? They’ll fade in time. The bruises will vanish. But her need for violence—she’ll always find something new. Someone new.” Dorian looked up again, this time locking eyes with himself in the mirror. A bitter smile curled at the edge of his lips. “And when she does… maybe I’ll finally be gone by then.” The gates of the Aihara Estate loomed tall and imposing under the veil of night, their black ironwork twisted like serpents. Rows of sleek luxury cars lined the private road, glinting beneath the golden floodlights that illuminated the long drive toward the grand hall. Dorian stepped out of the matte black limousine, his posture straight despite the

’ It was completely different from the one when we met at the club, it didn't hold any intention of seduction, his eyes didn't reflect any enticement or intrigue. He had no longer any intention of seducing me but there was only one thing burning in his eyes which I flared by my one slap- Revenge.

Serenya snapped, before doubt could strangle them. The deserters moved into line, blades flashing as the first of the hounds clawed its way over the wall. It lunged, snarling—only to meet the scarred man’s sword buried to the hilt in its throat. Blood sprayed hot across the stone as the beast convulsed, then collapsed backward into the dark. The wolves froze, stunned. Then the deserters fought again, and again, each strike sure, savage, buying the defenders breath where there had been none.

Mammon yelled and I turned to the other side seeing his sword lying on the floor. I rushed over to pick up the sword and get back up to my feet, seeing that the rogue wolf had not recovered from the burning sensation of fire. “Wrath in hell” I expressed and thrust the sword on its neck region, watching him scream till he had no life left inside of him. I dropped the sword and turned to the crowd who were now cheering for my victory. Mammon rushes over to my side and I embraced him in a warm hug. “Thank you for staying alive” He said and I chuckled.

John Hunters. Finally my plan is falling into place, its finally time for me to enact the revenge that’s been burning in my heart since 18 years ago. Although Dana didn’t really know why she’s trained to hunt wolves, she’s indirectly enacting revenge on those who had taken her mother away from her. They murdered her mother in cold blood_ I am going to take my pound of flesh, I am going to destroy them all and everything that they hold dear and I am going to start with the ones Dana told me about…