روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge Of The Sword Hound Novel

"Be careful what you wish for, mortal. Vengeance comes at a price." "I don't care," Carmen said, her fists clenched. She couldn't care less about some sick price awaiting her. She had already died once, so what other 'price' was greater than death itself? "They took everything from me. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to suffer." Nyx extended a hand, her long fingers glowing faintly. "Then rise, Carmen. Rise as the herald of the night. Your vengeance will be your strength, and your fury will be your weapon. But remember-once you begin this path, there is no return."

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

Magnolia had spoiled him for far too long, and Sandy had indulged him just as much, so he had gotten used to doing whatever he wanted around her. He even held out a hand, waiting for Magnolia to comfort him. However, in the next second, Magnolia brought her heel down hard on it. All he could do was scream in pain as Magnolia grabbed his face and demanded harshly, "You saw it with your own eyes. Why did your best friend, Henry, kill Kayden?! Didn't I already tell you that you would marry Sandy, and after that, I even said I would still treat you well in private? Why did you still have to kill him?!"

Gabriel Long died. At this point, I generally understood a few things: Members of that family are cold and sinister, Dani is equally shrewd, and while the family always wished for his death, he has been waiting for an opportunity to strike back and get his revenge. "He has been waiting for a chance to take revenge on the Long family. But after decades of looking, he still hadn't found his opportunity and was finally unable to stay idle any longer. So, he ended up stealing the Long family's core information to sell and used all of the money to buy scattered stocks of the family's enterprise.

“But whatever game is beginning, it’s far from over.” Anna’s fingers tightened around the documents. Every secret they held felt like a small fuse, ready to ignite chaos. The Orlov legacy was no longer just a name—it was a trap, a puzzle, and a battlefield all at once. A sudden noise shattered the fragile calm. Footsteps, deliberate and slow, echoed along the gravel. Anna’s heart leapt. Could it be the same figure returning, or someone entirely new? “Stay behind me,” V whispered, drawing his dagger with a soft metallic click.

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan! It nuzzled my palm and then Kaeren’s, showing a surprising affection toward him. “I see it! I see it!” Damian’s red eyes locked onto us. He flung the malformed pup away with brutal force, his expression dark with rage, as if he were about to attack our family next. “It’s you! You switched my pup behind my back!”

“Dogs should know their place.” I tense up. I still have poison in my system and I haven’t eaten in a few days so I know I’m more weak than I normally would be. But I show my wolf in my eyes, refusing to be cowed. Better I go down fighting than be treated like I’m worthless. Hilda steps forward and stretches out her right hand. For a moment, nothing appears and then I see a long thin sword appear out of thin air. My jaw tightens as she wields it with ease.

Shorter swing. The beast lunged. I moved the way he said, clean, fast, no wasted motion. The blade carved its throat before its claws even brushed my coat. Blood sprayed, warm and coppery. The hound toppled. I stood there breathing hard, staring at the perfect cut. My cuts. No… ours. “Damn it,” I muttered, dragging the sword free. “You’re right.” Lachlan: “Of course I’m right. I was forged for this. You were just hammering scraps until I came along.”

Chapter 21: The Vermillion Sword Hayden drew his sword as the douens swarmed him. Sprout hid under the Prince’s collar. The douens were fleshy little creatures scurrying on their backwards’ facing feet. It was difficult to tell which direction they were going in but they drew closer and closer to the Prince in a circle. He sliced one clean in half from the tip of its straw hat to its feet. The two halves fell to the ground and moulded together like soft clay until it reformed the creature. The Prince gasped.