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WEREWOLF BLOODLINE: Vengeful Rise Of The Immortal Hunter

I hunted beasts that were deemed immortal, ripping off their immortal status. I loathed them for they destroyed my home. My anger for them, in one word, immeasurable. Yet look at me, what have I become… I did not need a mirror to realize that I had turned into a werewolf, with the curse of immortality. I tried, again and again, to kill myself, yet it was futile. But hey, wait, I am a beast now. Can’t I crawl in and kill other beasts in this disguise? Haha, foolish Vampire God, this curse is a curse to your entire race, for now, I will obliterate everyone! ..... This is a Book about Gray Waterfell. After living as a human and climbing through pain to Hunt down the Vampire God, he was forced into reincarnation by their earth shattering battle. Naturally, he swore to get his revenge by killing every supernatural creature in the world. But Fate was wicked to him, his new family he was born into was a supernatural family, a Werewolf family. A family that loved him more than the human race he fought for ever did. After Human invasion and massacre took treasure he never had in his previous life, his blade now stare in the confusion of his Vengeance. Supernaturals must be killed, but the pain of losing one's love, must be AVENGED... Author's Note: I noticed that no one really captures the true state of confusion and a sense of loss that comes with getting reborn. For most, the protagonist is just flushed into battle. But this Mc is different, the first 80 chapters allows you to understand why he was forced unto his predicament and the reason for the goals and ambitions he develops. I'll be fair, it's a painful read, but bear through it. Rise to the top is incredible, and once its starts, only blood flows till the end....

Dere_Isaac · Fantasy
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148 Chs

Betrayal Of princes

The battlefield, already a maelstrom of chaos and valor, teetered on the brink of a cataclysmic shift. Prince Mofo, his confidence as unyielding as the armor of his soldiers, found his certainty shattered in an instant. 

A guttural cry tore from his lips, "Move!" a desperate command to move, as he witnessed the earth itself betray the loyalty it owed to its stewards. 

Behind his valiant ranks, the ground convulsed violently, birthing a monstrous wave of earth, sand, and stone that towered over the men like an avenging specter.

His warning, though fervent, was a dirge sung too late. The soldiers, caught in the throes of battle fervor, found their reactions ensnared by disbelief. Their fates were sealed not by enemy steel but by the very land they sought to dominate. 

With a ferocity that mirrored the wrath of the gods, the earthen tsunami broke its crest, a behemoth crashing down upon them with a force that spoke of finality and ruin.