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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

Haunting dreams and indecision

Gray awoke with a gasp, his chest heaving as if a great weight had been lifted, only to settle back onto him like a persistent shadow. The cave offered a cool embrace, the walls damp with condensation, and the distant echo of water droplets resonating in the darkness.

It took a moment for the disorientation to fade, for him to realize that the harsh reality of the dream still clung to his consciousness.

His breath formed small clouds in the chilled air as he sat up, eyes adjusting to the dimness. The remnants of the nightmare played like a haunting melody in his mind.

The port, the corrupted souls attacking innocent people. The air was thick with the stench of fear and despair as life after life succumbed to the malevolent forces.

And then the scene changed again. 

The regalia of armor, and the oath to protect humanity as he bowed before a human-shaped beam of light—each detail etched vividly in his memory.