Bloodhound Without Mask Novels & Stories

she instructed, slipping on her own sleek mask. Hound adjusted the mask, his breath slow and deliberate. As he inhaled, a shimmering purple gas filled the mask, burning his throat and dying his teeth a deep violet. Thin, branching veins surfaced around his eyes, glowing red and purple, stretching down his neck, over his chest, and spreading across his body like creeping vines. His pupils dilated, glowing an unearthly silver. The room dimmed around him, swallowed by darkness, until he could see nothing but void. Reality one

“Wha-” I halt, not sure if Harvey was there to harm her or help her. Rosie catches my gaze, but so does the Hunter, his mask of shade still on. They never wanted us to see their faces because we would know who to look for on the streets. I leered my eyes at them, “Let her go,” I was more than ready to fight this asshole. But, instead, I feel a low growl behind me, the massive body of fur strides forward. Atticus towered over Hunter.

(POV: BRIANNA) The man pulled his fingers out of my mouth slowly. A thin string of saliva connected my lips to his fingertips in the dimness of that dark room. Booth seven felt like a studio entirely isolated from the rest of the world. The crimson illumination cast massive shadows across the velvet walls. I could barely make out his features. He wore a heavy black mask that covered almost his entire face. However, as he moved, the light caught his perfectly aligned, stark white teeth—a dangerous contrast to the darkness enveloping him.

I eased it open, my heart thudding hard in my chest. The sight before me stole the air from my lungs. My back hit the door with a dull thud."Holy..." The candlelight framed a grotesque assembly : the head of a golden-haired woman, her long tresses falling over the stark pale torso of the bald figure onto whose chest her severed neck was fixed. It took a beat to register. A mask. A full-face disguise made of human skin, complete with a wig. Even though Tang had warned me Belinda was wearing a mask--and Sebastian had said he'd rip it off--seeing it for real was something else entirely.

My bond with Velia. The wolf inside me roared, pacing the cage of my bones. “Then let them come.” ******** Hacker burst into the room, soaked and trembling, laptop clutched to his chest. “We caught one of their drones intact this time.” He slammed it onto the table. The screen flickered, then stabilized—live feed from somewhere in the forest. Through static and rain, a figure emerged. Tall. Masked. Moving with the grace of a predator that had learned to mimic man. His coat was long, black as sin, and in his hand—

“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 ?"

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.

’ ‘Because, Peony, he’s with you. I turn around and look at him. All of him. He’s standing confident and unashamed of his nakedness. I look from his eyes to his mouth, noting the little scar above his right eyebrow and the one above the left corner of his lip. Those weren’t there before, when we talked in the hallway. ‘He’s been masking.’ I say to Ness. ‘It’s why his eyes looked blue.’ ‘I didn’t know other wolves could mask.’ She says back.