Bloodhound Without Mask Novels & Stories

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

Armor designed to look like cloth. Articulated plates so thin and so precisely fitted to the body beneath that they moved like skin. And the mask. The mask was what stopped her breath for half a second. White. Perfectly smooth. Featureless. No eye holes. No mouth. No nose. No indication of how the person beneath it could see or breathe. Just a blank white oval. A face that was no face at all. *The Wolf Without a Face,* Luna thought. And felt with absolute certainty that she was not the first to think exactly that.

“He must have a body like him, but his height is less.” “What was his mask like?” Verity asked. “Umm. Like a Volto mask, but it was completely black, and it looked as if the mask was attached to the bowler hat he kept wearing,” Nox said. “Did he have a tattoo, a scar, or anything that made him stand out?” Morana asked. Nox scratched his head, trying hard to remember. “Honestly, I don’t remember if he had something like that, but I can recognize him right away when I look at him. I know I can. It’s difficult to put his aura into words, but I remember his aura vividly in my head.”

Nathaniel was also feeling curious, so he leapt behind me and watched on the laptop's screen. "Do you think he's a werewolf?" Jasper asked as we locked our eyes on the screen where a man wearing a black hoodie and a face mask stabbed those students with a dagger straight to their hearts. They did not even get the chance to say something or scream. "Basically, it's hard to identify if we cannot get closer to the man or at least have his scent, especially since he wears a face mask," Nathaniel said back. "How about this?" Jasper operated the laptop and forwarded the video to the part where the man removed his face mask. And the three of us were staring at the middle-aged man whose face was pre

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"

But as I looked closer, I saw it, the crest pinned to the corpse’s chest. The crest of the Bloodhound pack.

The blade cut through something solid. A body dropped. But no sound followed it that should have. No scent release. No biological reaction my wolf should recognize. That alone told me everything I needed to know. This was not a normal pack. Thor was already engaged with three of them, moving with controlled brutality, but even he hesitated for a fraction of a second when his claws tore into one and received nothing in return from instinct recognition. “They’re masked,” he said sharply. “Something is suppressing their scent.” That explained the silence.

Through the breach I could see the hunters reorganizing their formation, preparing for another assault. Then their leader stepped forward from the back ranks. He wore the same dark armor as the others but his was decorated with additional symbols that suggested higher rank. His face was covered by a mask that resembled a wolf's skull, blank eye sockets that somehow seemed to stare directly at me despite the distance. "Last chance," the leader called out. "Send out the Spirit Wolf or we come in and take her over your corpses." "Go to hell," Caden shouted back. The leader tilted his head like he was considering something before reaching up to remove his mask. The movement seemed deliberate, th