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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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147 Chs

Cherry's Fate

The Aztec port, once a bustling nexus of activity, now lay in shambles as the embers of chaos smoldered in the night air. The acrid scent of burnt wood and singed fabric mingled with the cries of distant crackling flames, painting a grim backdrop to the aftermath of a fierce battle. The flickering remnants of firelight cast eerie shadows that danced across the desolation, creating a haunting tableau of destruction.

Amid the wreckage, Cherry found herself on the ground, the cold and unforgiving cobblestones biting into her skin. Huddled against the remnants of a once-sturdy crate, she clutched her legs tightly to her chest. The night air carried with it a palpable tension, a residue of fear that lingered like a spectral presence.

Cherry's eyes, wide with terror, scanned the chaos that unfolded around her. The guards, their faces hardened by the trials of war, and a vexation for vatu moved with a cold efficiency.