Bloodhound Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter nine. We jerk away as soon as the hungry-looking creature leap from the Van. It's strange seeing an infected animal, so fierce and brutal. The four feet hairy dog with scars all over its body steps forward, its left eye is missing while the right bloodshot eyes stared at me in rage. Its teeth appear to be disorderly arranged, but looks sharp and deadly. The devilish giant Pitbull growls angrily like it's about to tear something apart, with its sticky liquid dropping from its mouth. I raise my gun slowly then it leans backwards, and slightly bending its thin legs, ready to charge.

Candy’s voice came through, low and grim: “Movement at the northern ridge. Lots of it. Whatever they’re planning... it’s happening now.” Becky reached for her blades, her fingers trembling for the briefest moment before she stilled them. I caught her wrist. “We do this together.” She paused, staring at me. I didn’t lo Chapter 31: Bloodlines and Broken Trust Hunter’s POV The scent of burnt fur still clung to my jacket, thick and bitter. I stalked through the compound’s hallways, my wolf pacing just beneath my skin, restless and wild. Becky had tried to play it cool tonight loyal soldier, fearless warrior, calm in the face of fire.

Into every checkpoint, every scanner, every badge ping. The whole city wanted to fold her into that box. “No,” she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. The hound crouched, muscles bunching. Its handler’s scent spiked—anticipation, a hint of fear. “Now!” Kieran hissed. “Door on the far side—I can open it if—” The hound launched. Instinct took Elowen’s body over before her fear could. She twisted in Daire’s arms, wriggling enough that one of her hands could reach out, fingers splayed toward the rushing blur of teeth and eyes.

.................................................................. Warning: The following chapter contains elements of violence .................................................................. ............................... Driviar’s Mansion ............................... ........... Kyros ........... My blurry vision struggles to make sense of the chaos before me for a moment, and I start struggling against the restraints again, but I stop as my vision clears. I see a massive black wolf tearing into the skeletal man, ripping it apart with ferocity.

" Within a few days, the transfer procedures were completed quickly. The final payment hit my account. I had completely severed ties with the house that held my brief marriage and too many frustrating memories. I thought that would be the end of it. However, I underestimated just how unreasonable and desperate Sloane could be. A week later, I was in a company meeting when the receptionist rushed over and whispered in my ear, "Graham, there's a woman downstairs claiming to be your sister-in-law. She's making a scene, demanding to see you. "She's crying and cursing, saying... some really awful things. Security can barely hold her back."

So, I think… I think… I think his blue ocean eyes are a little bit queer and questionable. Oh, Brother Vir… Brother Vir… Why do I always connect everything I read from this book to him? And also the occurrence in the pub as well as prostitution buildings yesterday evening... Obviously and clearly, I’d been shot on my ankle and there should have been a bullet in my ankle when I woke up. But, when I woke up, there wasn’t any bullet at all in my ankle. My ankle was remarkably fine.

With another lift of my sword, his head flies off. I turn and look at the satisfied smile on Marinah's face, which is also speckled with blood and gore. "More," she says with a chilling smile that's all fang. Next, we find a group of three hellhounds. They're farther from the water in abandoned sections of buildings that were once part of a small town. I don't bother offering warnings this time. Most likely I'll be administering the antidote before the night is over.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

I cried but as if my pleadings went into deaf ears. The power rush of water intesified, and a sob wreck through my chest, as the dogs barked on my face. "Please, please, please" I begged and a scream left my mouth as I saw one of the pitbulls lunging over me. My mind swirled and darkness washed over my eyes, lulling me into it. *** I hope you all enjoy the chapter, please keep on supporting me, stay tuned for the next update. Thank You Yours CeeCee

Chapter 33 – Fire in the Blood The clearing reeked of blood and burnt bark. Raven stood among the fallen patrol, her claws digging into her palms until her knuckles bled. The Hollow hadn’t just threatened her it had struck, leaving her wolves as pawns in its twisted game. Behind her, Ragnar shifted uncomfortably, but he didn’t look away from the bodies. His jaw was clenched tight, fists trembling at his sides. He wasn’t a wolf, wasn’t a soldier, but his grief for them was raw, unfiltered.