Revenge Of The Sword Hound Novel Novelas e Histórias

Their soft boots pressed against the earth. Logan noticed from the body posture his assailant appeared a man. The attacker reached into a pouch flung over his shoulder pulled out a great sword. Logan unmoved, observing the foreigner. His eyes flitted toward the tree, then back to his aggressor. The man converted the sword from one hand to the other hand his patience wearing thin.

Ansif cursed looking him . Arif opened the door to go out , but Aisha enter inside with a first aid kit . Analyzing his face for few seconds , she said "not bad as last time !" She walked to Ansif whose back was facing her , she stood in front on him and gasped seeing how her husband coloured his face with blood . "Looks like you was not in a mood to fight else-" Aisha tried to joke , Ansif smiled lightly and hissed when she wiped the alcohol on the red marked area of his face "- you were guilty" she added with a cold face .

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

Alex sighed, proceeding to tell Rachel all his aunt had told him about the incident. Rachel was dumbfounded when Alex narrated all that had happened to her, no wonder those people were able to mix up the truth with falsehood, tears welled up in her eyes, she pitied herself and Alex, his case was worse than hers, she still had her mother, he didn't have any of his parents with him, she couldn't imagine how sad he felt when he knew that his parents were murdered by one mysterious organization, she knew he definitely must be planning on revenge, she just hoped that he wouldn't act rashly. "Alex I know you want to have your revenge but I think you should take this slowly," Rachel said when she s

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

I felt the ground pulse beneath my paws, as if recharging me with newfoundstrength. Axton was pinned to the ground, the right-armed tattooed lycan forcing him down. I darted forward; a blur of white and silver flashed across my eyes. My body collided with the lycan’s, sending him flying through the air. He hit the ground with a loud thud but still struggled to get up. I ran to him and lifted a single claw and slashed it across his neck. Blood splashed from it as his eyes widened, staring at me with horror. I groaned as the image of Isla flashed across my mind. They looked just the same, their eyes fading with light as they died. I turned sharply and shook my head; this was not the time to ha

“You help me, I keep you out of prison. You’re not here to ask questions.” Emily stood her ground, crossing her arms. “I know you, Hound. I will not serve as an accessory to your murders or whatever you have planned.” Hound sighed, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips. Slowly, he began to strip off his shirt, revealing the intricate runes etched across his body in deep blue ink. The sight was both mesmerizing and harrowing. “I watched my mother die, overworked as a slave,” he began, his voice trembling. “I should have pushed her off the building… It would’ve been the greatest mercy I could’ve offered her.”

"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.