Bloodhound Without Mask Novels & Stories

Now, I understand why they called him the Bloodhound. The masked men began to surround him and his men, as if trying to overwhelm him with their presence. But he didn’t look faze. Liam didn’t need help. He moved like a shadow; his wolf form a blur of speed and just sheer bloodlust. His wolf form was so huge, so intimidating. It reminded me of Mason’s wolf form, only this one has a deep shade of brown furs with sharp stripes of black. He looked like a total beast, an absolute Alpha. Liam ducked and raked his sharp claws across the flesh of the masked enemies, teeth snapping at their throats. Blood sprayed through the air and I almost gasp at the sheer brutality of it all. I’m used to fighting

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

As he rasped out, Sarah wobbled and slipped effortlessly back on the floor, ''Where is he?! Where is your damn Tiger?!” ''I'm right here!” Came back the echo behind him. Everyone froze. The panting Sarah raised her head. A tall man, dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, a khaki jeans tugged in a pair of black ankle boot. A scarf secured around his face, masking his identity and the long hair was down covering his eyebrows. Only his eyes were apparent, a grey glittering piercing eyes, the eyes of a wolf!

Aurelia The moment I locked my bedroom door, I ran to the bathroom window and peered out at the compound below. I didn’t know why, some animal instinct, maybe, but I needed to see. My breath fogged the glass. There, standing directly in front of the main gate, was the masked man. He was now wearing a black hood, with that same featureless mask, standing motionless. He stared straight up into the security camera like he knew exactly where it was pointed, like he was invisible, like he wanted to be seen.

I hadn't replied to him when his gaze dropped to my arm, and his eyes darkened. The deep claw mark they left on me was bleeding. “You're bleeding,” his hand moved to my arm, his finger hovering over the mark “I'm… fine,” my voice cracked barely above a whisper, my heart pounding. He stood and gathered me in his arms. Just as he turned to leave, something caught my attention. The mask on the ground. The mask had fallen off one of the men's faces just before they transformed. His face… I could swear that I've seen it before in the Packhouse.

Octavia killing ten children to steal a bond that was never hers. I thought about the girl who'd walked barefoot out of a gathering in a blue dress and I didn't recognize her anymore. She was a ghost from another life and the woman standing in this clearing with blood under her fingernails and a wolf in her chest and a mask in her hands was someone else entirely. I lifted the mask and pressed it to my face and the wood was warm against my skin and it fit like it had been carved for me and the smell of smoke and ash filled my nose and my own scent disappeared.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

"We do this together. I am totally done hiding while good people die to protect me." Before Kael could even try to stop me, a growl echoed from the very other side of our boxcar. A massive hound bounded out of the thick fog. It did not look like a normal dog at all. The skin was leathery, hairless, and totally black, its large eyes glowing with the same sickly green light as Morgath’s magic runes. Its jaws were completely unhinged, dripping a thick acidic drool that hissed loudly against the wet gravel stones. It was a Council hunting beast, and it had our exact scent.

As soon as the door I'm leaning against is opened by the driver, I get out before he touches me. -"Don't worry..." he says. Shouldn't I worry, considering all the shit I heard from Hyde? Or should I not worry about keeping my word? He removes his mask, and I can see his unfamiliar face. He has fair skin, and dark eyes, as well as hair. A scar below his lip says a lot about his personality. A stab wound, possibly. Usually a criminal reveals himself when he is certain about the victim's death. The man grabs my arm, the arm opposite the one Jack grabbed. I stagger up to the house, barely able to guide my shoe on the dry gravel stones. The absence of human life here is remarkable, it would be im

What the hell true crime, horror movie have I found myself in? The men that guard us are wearing masks. One is a devil, one is a ghost like face, and various other things and animals. I’ve lost track of the various masks I’ve seen coming and going from the room we are being held in. From what I gathered from the other girls being held captive is that we are supposed to take part of some hunt, but no one knows what type of hunt. I’ve read, listened, and watched enough fucking true crime to know that this so called hunt isn’t going to end well for us girls being held captive. No doubt we don’t make it out of this alive.