Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Sword Hound Novel

Kael murmured. “From Veyris?” I asked. “Or someone else.” It happened fast—a sharp whistle cut through the air, and the hounds surged forward. Kael’s sword was in his hand instantly. Lucien’s daggers flashed in the moonlight. I gripped my staff, heart pounding. The first hound lunged at Kael, and he met it with a clean, brutal strike that sent it sprawling. Another came at me, its jaws snapping, but I swung my staff in a wide arc, catching it hard across the muzzle. It yelped and stumbled back.

His gray eyes cut through me, cold and merciless, the eyes of a wolf who had spent his life ruling with teeth. “You think to stand between me and my own blood?” He growled. I did more than I thought. I moved. Steel slammed against steel as my sword rose to catch his strike. Sparks spat across the circle. The force of the blow rattled my bones to the marrow, but I held. The Oathblade hissed as though alive. For a heartbeat, I swore it recognized me. Then fire shot up my arm.

My body slowly backing away as I attempt to hold my sword. Rune begging to let us shift. Yet with us carrying pups I couldn’t afford to let him shift. The Rogue ready to pounce. My hands ready to defend as I swing my sword forward. The sword clipping the wolf in question as the wolf howls in pain. Blood now dripping from where the sword landed. Rage bubbling between us as he attempts to pounce again. The wolf lunging for my side which causes me to move. My eyes wide at how close he had gotten.

My hands shook with the strain of holding it. Caelum laughed as he collected it from me, swinging it effortlessly. “Show off." I glared at him. “Noodle arms." He poked my arms, I stuck my tongue out at him. "Why do you use swords though? You have your claws and fangs which are just as deadly.” I asked curiously. He hung it back up, "It helps me build up self control. Because of how the curse affected my wolf, I try not to shift in a fight if I can help it and the swinging of the sword soothes me.”

Claude’s grin was feral. “Knew there was somethin’ different about you, boy. You’re a damn Valentine.” The Bloodhound shrieked, rising from the wreckage. But Rio was already on it. He anticipated its next move—slice left, then rip his spine out. He countered before it struck, driving his fist into its chest. Bone splintered. Black ichor sprayed across the mud. “Stay down,” Rio growled. And he ripped its heart out. The Bloodhound let out a hollow, dying wail before crumbling to ash.

"Wh...what is this?" "I want to make sure you die along with your parents, and make sure you meet them before they go beyond this world." he revealed as he lifted the sword. I couldn't say what launched me, in a millisecond, I was up and behind Reyhound with blood dripping down from my nails. And my wolf hands turned slowly into a human hand. "Ohhh" Reyhound grunt as his intestines closed up slowly and his belly formed back into the normal shape. Turning back, I grabbed the sword which fell off his hand as I attacked him. I walked up to him, and bent. He sat, leaning to the chair behind him, drenched in blood. He caught his breath and looked at me with a smile on his face.

"I thirst for revenge, Elijah. I want it to happen as soon as possible. I want my revenge, my parents' revenge, the revenge of all the members of The Crescent Moon Pack, and the revenge of the sacred heirloom gem that he proudly and bravely pinned on his fiancée's finger. The sacred jewel that had always been sanctified by the light of the full moon, he had defiled with his sinful hands! How could I let that happen? How can I remain silent without taking revenge on the man I hate so much?!" I adjusted my ragged breathing. I looked at Elijah who still looked calm, even though I myself had vented all the things I was feeling right now. I don't know about the meaning of Elijah's silence now. Bu

As the pain coursed through his body, spilling his lycanthropic blood, Harold's wolf strangely felt itself grow stronger and Harold knew it was because of the moonlight. From where Harold was, he smiled because he knew he had won the battle. “Retreat!” he commanded his wolf. It did as it was told and yanked itself out of Sarah's blood stained jaw. Before she could do anything else, Harold planted his paws in her face, dashed to where she was and sunk his neck into her neck, too. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that Dr. Giovanni had scrambled to where the metal sword was and picked it up.

I clenched the hilt more firmly, allowing the intense heat from my Sunball, emanating from my necklace space, to flow into the blade. Pale lightning flickered along its edges, pulsing with my heartbeat. The creature halted mid-lunge, detecting the change in energy. It seemed designed to prevent anyone from taking Maureen’s journal. Its eyes widened, wild and supernatural, as I thrust the sword ahead. The strike hit with a thunderous crack. The beast’s roar echoed so hard it nearly deafened my ears before it crumpled to the ground, lifeless. From the edge of the clearing came slow, deliberate clapping. I turned sharply.

I strike, but just as I'm about to pounce, Jay leaps at me, his claws tearing into my flesh. I howl with rage, feeling the sting of his claws as I struggle to regain my footing. I charge forward once again, going for his neck with all my might. I sink my teeth in, biting deeper than before, and Jay crumples to the ground, a pool of blood forming around him. As I stand there, panting and covered in blood, I can feel my body changing back to my original form. I watch as both pets bleed out, and my thirst for revenge is finally sated. I had gotten my pound of flesh, and now I await patiently Hudson’s arrival.