Revenge Of The Sword Hound Novel Novels & Stories

My warriors net them head on, steak clashing with claws, fangs sinking into flesh, claws against claws, bodies colliding with brutal force. I heard the first scream—a warrior being torn apart by a Revenant, its rotten claws sinking into his chest. I roared, swinging my blade at the nearest creature. It was a Hellhound, its massive jaws snapping at my face. I dodged, driving my sword deep into its ribs. It howled then shadow fire burst from the wound before it collapsed. To my right, Rowan fought with deadly precision, his twin blades cutting through Nyx Wraiths before they could phase away.

The Orchids Pack stayed at the end of the forest, and we were going to work them back for betraying us with this final attack. “Ungodly attack, ungodly…” the scout gasped as my sword cut through his throat. Informing the Moon Hound Pack would bring up a fight that I have always wanted in years, but I didn’t want to risk my warriors for my selfish gains. Harry wasn’t the type to play fair. He’d kill everyone and leave me to hate once more. That shows how cruel he was. “Attack!!!” I growled, charging in first with my flame attack, which ripped off their bamboo-made house and ignited a serious fire.

My sword slipped from my grip, landing just out of reach. The rogue loomed over me, its teeth bared, saliva dripping onto my face. It went for the kill. Instinct kicked in. I grabbed a rock from the ground and smashed it into its head. It yelped, momentarily stunned. That was all the time I needed. I lunged for my sword, fingers closing around the hilt just as the wolf recovered. With one last desperate move, I drove my sword straight into its heart. The rogue let out a final, strangled growl before collapsing on top of me, its body heavy and lifeless.

She set him down and he ran toward the bedroom as Adeline and I watched. "I'll be back soon," I whispered to Adeline and then rushed into the living room. Eying the mess that was caused from the abduction of my wife, my blood began to boil. On the wall to the right hung the sword I used when I was a knight in a glass case and it was razor sharp. Without thinking twice, I broke the glass and took the sword in my hand. It felt great to be holding it again as vengeance filled my body. The people who took her were going to pay.

one of the men that are cutting down the trees for the tent screamed under pressure, trying to use his hand to push down the half cut tree, while they are staring at him. "The sword was planted inside pvsy pistol, only He who can control the pistol will be able to summon the sword," Chike said as the little tickling white light in his hand shines brighter and then from the back said of the gun changed to a long dagger with sharp edges of gold and then the body was totally black, the front side of the pistol is now the handling. Meanwhile, the psvy pistol has been hanging in mid air all this while, even as it turned into a dagger, it is still focussing on Zara'm.

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

it was fine. "You ready to go?" he looked at the bird. It fluttered its wings happily. Anthony chuckled to himself quietly. He ruffled his hair before standing up and grabbing his bag. "Okay little guy. Let's go. Today's the day we get our revenge." He could feel the adrenaline begin to set in his body. He stood up straight and marched onward. His trusty sword swung in its sleeve that hung on his back. Oliver sat comfortably on his shoulder; his bag bounced against his thigh with every step he took. The breeze whistled around him, the grass crumbled under. Everything was almost perfect.