Bloodhound Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

I looked closer and noticed it was a camera. " Yeah. Someone's definitely been here. " Walking into the building I looked around and tried to block the dust from entering my system. There wasn't much on the bottom floor but when I heard a few silent growls, I froze in my spot. Looking over my shoulder, I made eye contact with two rottweilers stalking towards me with an extremely lose piece of rope connected to their collars. They didn't look malnourished, giving me another sign that someone might be His Possession In Discretion - DISCRETION SERIES BOOK #1 - Chapter 38 (p.9 of 9)

At least three bullets made it to his chest and as he adjusted his aim to where I was now, I jump instinctively, my claw lengthening, the gun falling on the ground, useless. I went straight for his neck faster than he could aim. His gun pressed uselessly against my flank as I grabbed whatever I could and pulled. I felt the cartilage of his oesophagus shatter under my grip, the blood pouring on my hand as my elongated claws dug all the way through, scrapping on the spine on the way. Whatever warm flesh and muscles were there, came out as I pulled my fist away. Blood sprayed on my face, I felt the warm wet trickle splash on my skin and drip down in a disturbingly soft caress. The metallic scen

A loud howl echoed through the forest. Close. Far too close. The injured woman began shaking. Ronan moved toward the door. His hand dropped to the knife at his belt. Another howl followed. Then another. Then dozens more. Surrounding the cabin. A cold knot formed in Seraphina's stomach. Because whatever was out there... Had already found them. End of Chapter Three

I felt a little dizzy, maybe because it had been so long since I had fought like this or since I had seen this much blood. When I finally came back to my senses, I saw the bloodhound running past me, heading deeper into the dark forest behind the camp. “Come here, boy,” I hissed. But the dog ignored me completely. Something in my gut told me to follow him, so I did, running after him with my headlamp flickering weakly. I pushed leaves aside as we ran, the dog stopping at a clearing in the forest, barking repeatedly at something on the ground that I couldn’t see.

The three heads of the monstrous dog rise, their sharp fangs gleaming in the light of the flames. A menacing growl escapes from their throats, echoing throughout the area. Shandra feels a chill run down her spine at the terrifying sight before her. As she watches the three-headed dog with fear, she realizes that the hooded figures of the Inferno Circle have simply vanished, as if they had never existed. "What is this?" Shandra murmurs, unable to look away from the colossal creature in front of her.

However, the other two paid her no mind, kicking her in the chest and sending her flying. I had seen enough of this show and finally waved my hand. "How dare you come and go as you please in our royal cemetery?" As I spoke, the guards forming a circle suddenly charged toward the three males in the center. The scene immediately erupted into chaos. Though the beastmen were formidable, I had deliberately brought many elite soldiers. Moreover, I fought with all the hatred from my previous life; each strike aimed to kill. The three were overwhelmed and had no choice but to transform into their beast forms, dragging the unconscious Victoria as they fled.

Chapter 4: Eternal Howl The distant howls grew louder, slicing through the peaceful afternoon like a blade. I stood between my three shifters in the cabin clearing, heart pounding as the rival pack’s approach shook the very ground beneath my feet. My body still hummed from the morning’s exhaustive claiming—every curve tender, my core filled and marked by Elias, Jax, and Kael. Their scents clung to my skin, a primal declaration that both empowered and endangered me. I had come to these woods seeking solitude with my camera, but fate had delivered a pack, a bond, and now a battle for survival.

I want to stop it but I don’t know-how. In the distance. I heard a growl and loud breathing from hungry, wild animals. I stopped crying and listened to it. Their breathing is getting nearer and nearer and their footsteps are getting lighter and lighter. I looked behind me and I saw three-headed dogs. I think they are greyhound dogs; with their saliva falling from their mouths and their sharp teeth that is telling that they are ready to rip me apart with their red eyes staring at me. “No,” I whispered. I immediately stand up and run away from them but they run after me. They follow me wherever I go. I know they are faster than me, which is why I need to run faster to get away from them.

This hunting dog could easily tear me apart. I took a shaky step back, but the movement agitated the dog. With a roar, it leapt at me! I screamed, turned to run, but tripped over a tree root, falling. The dog pounced on my back, jaws open for my neck— In despair, I flailed behind me. Instead of the expected pain, hot liquid splattered on my face. I opened my eyes to see the dog’s chest pierced, blood gushing out. It fell, dead.

They all thought my fate was sealed and were ready to see my tragedy. At this point, I couldn't care less about what they were saying. I stood up in pain, grabbed a black parasol on the side, opened it quickly, and then quickly pulled it back, and so on, with the strange sound of steel bones colliding. The bloodhounds, their eyes blazing, were just a step away from me, but when they saw my movement, they instinctively stopped, stared at me with their sharp teeth, and then began to wander. And I half crouched down, and quickly stood up and ran toward them. At the same time, my mouth was still full of roar.