Novel & Cerita Bloodhound Chapter 3

A yelp came from within me, as I couldn’t hold back the burning sensation that took over my whole entire being from the bite, but the bite didn’t last for long, as the hellhound himself let of a yelp of his own, as he stumbled back from me, with my blood dripping from his mouth. My blood began to sizzle within his mouth, as he tried to spit it out, making a horrible gagging sound, as he tried to take a breath. What the hell was going on here, I asked myself as I watched the hellhound fall to the ground in front of me. His flesh began to smoke as if steam was coming from within him. Paralyzed and not able to move, the hellhound’s eyes moved to look at me, as the redness in them began to fade,

*Removes her clothes* Animal named Forest: ... Elena: *Enter lake* Ouuu, this lake is heavenly! *Moans* Oh my Gosh! I feel like I can live here forever! *Pours water over her body* Elena: *turns to look at the animal named Forest* care to join me? The animal named Forest: *faintly blushes.* End of Chapter three Calhoun: stares harshly at Forest. Forest: *cowers* Elena: *scrunches brow* No matter how much I think of it, that animal does look familiar ...

Chapter 1: The Haunting Moonrise In the village of Ravenswood, a sense of unease gripped the inhabitants as the night of the full moon approached. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, a chilling howl echoed through the forest. The villagers shuttered their windows, locked their doors, and whispered tales of the werewolf's return. Chapter 2: The Hunter's Burden

Was marching toward the fortress with the enemy. End of Chapter Thirty

I sat up and scanned the room trying to find him, my eyes tried their best to avoid looking at all of the dead hunters, but it was near on impossible, they were everywhere. I heard the hiss again coming from over in a darkened corner of the room, there were two bodies there, one laid out on the floor and the other on top of it. Wait! I'm sure there was only one body over there earlier, I thought to myself. Suddenly the top body began to move, it moved extremely slowly as it climbed off of the dead body beneath it. It began to crawl on all fours towards me, it had its head down, so that I couldn't see its face. As it got closer and closer I began to back away, all of a sudden it let out a dea

I mean, he just can't kill a wolf unless he has. I stopped on my tracks when realization hits me. That guy. H-he has a gun. I immediately turned around and saw how the guy loaded his gun and pointed it at Hunter's wolf, who the latter was just staring at me from afar. His eyes wordlessly telling me to don't go. And without any second thoughts, I ran back to him. "No! " ### End of Chapter 10 Pt. 2 ###

she whispered. Rio’s gaze swept over the growing crowd—faces hardened by centuries of pain. “We have to.” From the tree line, Odessa watched him with an unreadable expression. “Valentine’s changing,” the silver-eyed woman murmured. Odessa’s lips curved faintly. “Good. He’ll need to.” But deep in the swamp, unseen and silent, something stirred. A figure cloaked in black—its glowing red eyes like embers in the dark. A Bloodhound. The Council’s most ruthless hunter.

More free for her movement. Not knowing how powerful these beasts were, she needed to be ready for a fight. She jumped, landing softly on the ground. A shallow puddle creaked beneath her feet. Flame still danced in her palm. It wasn’t just a sensation anymore. It was his scent—calling her. Faint. He was here. Then, Pairs of yellow eyes flickered in the darkness like lanterns. One pair. Two. Then three. Three hounds. Large and terrifying. They approached, growling like the hideous beasts decribed in the books she had read. More devious even...

Then I looked at his face—and froze. “Zoe, meet Brad. My younger brother.” “Hello,” he tried to shake my hand, but I didn’t move. An awkward air lingered as my wolf senses assessed him. A silver ring on his middle finger flashed in my eye. He saw me see it and smiled a fraction too slow, like a man who enjoys the wince. Could he be Bloodhound? Perhaps it was his aura or my PTSD, but I couldn’t breathe until he changed his focus to the girls behind.

"Stay with me Sila⁠s. Ju​st a little lon⁠ger⁠." Fr⁠om the tunnel beh⁠ind us th‍e first⁠ bark of a Belgian Malinois echoed through the stone v‍aults⁠. It was foll⁠owed by the heavy rhy‌thmic​ be​at of boots. The hunt w‍as no longer a shadow play. The lights were about t‌o come o​n. And​ I w​as going to make su‌re everyone saw the blood on Thorne's h‍ands.