Bloodhound Without Mask Novels & Stories

"Hand over the clothes and the title, or face the wrath of the whole world knowing just who you really are." He stared at me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter. Eventually, with a reluctant sigh, he began to strip, handing over his ceremonial clothes piece by piece. I smiled as I donned his attire. Thanks to the werewolf mask, it was easy to conceal my face, making the deception even more seamless. "They're gonna find out it's you... your scent will give you away," Hayden said, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

the husky voice said again and this time without a mask. So, let’s recap back when I first saw the assailant pointing a gun, back at the Blue Moon Pack. Even with my eyes getting blinded momentarily due to the sparking our wolves’ eyes, I was able to take in the yummy figure that stood before me and in his tight, black assassin suit, the lines of his 8 pack abs were on clear display with a very well defined V line and a very well endowed python marked below it. Now that I was feeling the huge “thing” resting on my thigh, I couldn’t help but do the most stupid thing again.

she blurted out. “Who did?” he asked. “I can’t tell; I didn’t see his face. He came to me and handed me the pictures and told me to go to the academy and expose her,” she said. “Describe him,” he said. “He is tall and a Lycan. He covered his face with a black mask, and his hair was packed in a small bun. His voice is a bit deep, with a broad chest and shoulders,” she said. “Taller than him?” I asked. She looked at me, and she didn’t want to answer, but Bryan nudged her.

Deep within the dark boundary of the woods, a high-caste rogue wearing a bone-carved mask watched them run into the mist, whispering into the howling wind, "Naughty little wolves... never obeying the Alpha... heh... naughty little wolves..." A stray snow-hare darted out from the freezing underbrush. With a movement as fast as a striking viper, the masked rogue snatched it by the neck. His hands were pale and smooth, his long black claws immaculate and sharp—the hands of a royal bloodline, never a common pack worker. He stroked the hare's soft white fur gently, murmuring, "Naughty creatures must be bled..." CRACK. With a sickening snap of bone, he twisted the hare’s neck, killing it instantly

A bloodhound is a vicious breed of a dog that they use to torture criminals. But Tang Li's fast reaction and her sharp movements made her realize that the woman was not as simple as she had expected her to be.

She hiccupped in surprise when she finally noticed the crowd of people at the bottom of the stairs. When they were close enough to them, the crowd bowed to them. Bianca saw the smiles and joy on their faces. So, she felt welcomed and, most of all, accepted among them. Maska lay down on the ground and turned his head, silently asking her to come down. Bianca gave him a big smile and slid down to the ground. She quickly smoothed the fabric of her dress, amused to see Maska's fur contrasting with the white fabric of her dress. However, she heard the bones breaking and let out a silent scream as she saw Black and the wolves with him revert to human form... completely naked.

Hunter looked outside the house and saw nothing but pitch-black darkness. There was no moonlight nor stars visible in the night sky. Dogs in the town suddenly started barking ferociously for some reason. Hunter then turned back to look at Benjamin's coffin. Meanwhile, in a secluded corner, the robed man reappeared, clad in a black robe that allowed him to blend seamlessly into the night. Quietly, he gazed at Benjamin's portrait, his expression concealed behind a mask.

His told me to serve him well… do whatever he wants. I thought it would be another faceless drunk behind a mask. But when I stepped into that booth, it wasn’t. The man sat in the dark, wearing a black mask that hid his face, but nothing could hide the power rolling off him. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, he just sat there like he owned the entire place, he was so damn confident, and... dangerous. Then I felt it. Havana, my wolf, stirred suddenly, she had caught a scent she couldn’t ignore.