Novel & Cerita Bloodhound Without Mask

The man that stood in front and was about to say something had his head rolling on the floor after the woman in the red cloak swang her sword. The hunters looked at her and then to the body that slowly fell on the ground with blood spilling all over the place. “Tsk.” “You are too angry about that news?” A man in a ram mask entered the abandoned hall where the hunters reside for the time being. They watched the man walk near their head. It was the first time they had seen him. There is a tattoo on his neck— though it was a little covered by his clothes, it was visible to the hunters who were trained to observe such things.

He was in his late twenties. "You are back, I thought you would stay longer." The mask guy said, on his left arm was the tattoo of the Corpse flower, the tattoo was glowing and moving as if it was breathing. He removed his mask and smiled at his mother. "I couldn't stay for another day son, you know me." Adelena answered and dropped her empty glass cup on the dining table. "Besides, I have made a deal with the hunters." "I don't trust the hunter's mum."

From many days , he had been hearing that Hayden is after some girl , he guessed that it would be her ;Hazel Blackwell_ whose picture is in Hayden's wallet. He held her chin high and made her to look into his foxy eyes ,which were scanning her from head to toe. So , he was fucking right , her light brown eyes were the same , whom he has seen in one of those pictures of Hayden's albums. " Le.. ", but she gulped her words , meekly. This man was looking more treacherous and dangerous than that masked man. Comparing to that, masked person this man was more vicious in looks , wearing a sleeveless black shirt, with black studs pierced in his ears.

At that moment, he jerked his head upwards as he shot a silver needle out. A man dressed in black stood on a large tree twenty meters ahead, his face obscured by a mask. The person dogged the needle nimbly, like an agile monkey. He hopped quickly down from the tree and soon landed on the ground. James stared at the masked man in front of him. He could sense a strong bloodlust from him. It was an aura that he had never encountered before. Someone who possessed such an intense murderous aura was someone whose hands were stained with blood.

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.

The masked man was holding onto the cyclops canine’s leash as the animal breathed heavily with his long tongue hanging out of his mouth. He seemed to be extremely excited now that he had found his target. He wagged his tail hard as he focused his huge eyes on Fane and the rest.

Nagtaas-baba pa ang kilay nito. Sumunod ang tingin ko sa tinutukoy ni Athelia. Naroon si Adamson. He was wearing a black button down shirt. Nakabukas pa ang tatlong butones. He was a bit sweaty and under the lights, his sweat shimmers like they were diamonds. May suot din itong kwintas na may dog tag na pendant. Mukhang may magpipigil ng ngiti ngayong gabi ah. Natawa ako nang umirap si Ena at sumiksik sa akin.

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.

It’s one thing to hear stories or be trained, but nine is too young to witness what my boys saw today. Tristan exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching. “The masked man got in. He was fast. Strong. Not some random rogue. Trained. Dangerous. We tried to hold him back by throwing things at him. Using anything we could as a weapon. Dad fought him to stop him.” Samuel’s hands dug into my arms. “But that man—he was different.” I forced myself to keep my voice even. “What do you mean?” Samuel took a shaky breath. “He was a black wolf with dark red streaks. But he had scars.” His brown eyes locked onto mine, filled with something that made my stomach twist. “Claw marks. Across his muzzle.”

I never did scream— or shift, and he had kissed me after. I turn and start to run. I don't know why I'm running but every blood cell in my body demands that I get as far away from him as possible. I know I don't get far enough when I slam into someone but before I can jerk away, the person is grabbing my waist, keeping me stable while his scent breaks me out of the muddled state my brain was trying to drown itself in. Cedarwood and spices. I slowly look up, realizing that Damien Bloodhound is staring down at me— and he looks very angry.