Bloodhound Without Mask Novels & Stories

Once he was close enough, I jumped on his shoulders, trapping his head with my legs and pulling at the horns. When he held me up, trying to strangle me, I realized he was not mortal because dark hollows replaced his eyes, and he had no face. If I took off this mask, he would be dead. I held on tightly to his horns as he staggered with me and tried to pull me off his head. I held on tightly, pulling at his mask. He groaned and hit me on trees to get me off him. I yelped but refused to let go. I pulled and pulled until the mask came off his head. I crashed to the ground with it and watched him as he staggered about, disappearing like smoke. I groaned and lay there on the floor, breathing heavi

‘THIS PERSON. Carefully studying the hunter and not underestimating the seemingly ordinary henchman of Ivy. She sniffs twice and in the third henchmen's direction and confirmed that he reeks of the smell of blood. Although wearing a mask with his eyes is the only one that Cath could see, added by his layers of black clothes. One distinct feature that captures Cath’s attention, is the scar on his right eye which is big enough to see behind the shadow that is casting his eyes from the cap that he is wearing. ‘THAT SCAR. I HAVE SEEN IT SOMEWHERE. WHO IS THIS PERSON?’

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

The charity event requires masks, and when Brixton pulls out his, it's an intricate black metal design resembling half of a wolf’s face, as if the other half has been torn off, with teeth bared that look as sharp as I imagine they are when he shifts… if he shifts. “Are you sure that mask is appropriate for your species?” I ask, unable to hold my tongue or my curiosity about if he really is a wolf shifter. Not that I’m experienced in knowing other species well, or even wolves for that matter, but he doesn’t seem to follow the same hierarchy as everyone else around the Stones. He produces my mask, made of brown lace that leaves only my lips uncovered with wolf-shaped ears standing at attention

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

With tears streaming down her cheeks again she took a few trembling and painful steps in his direction, only to have them falter as soon as she accidentally noticed the outline of a tall and bulky body steadily approaching down the road. Furrowing her brows, she took a better look, noticing his olive green attire and black army boots, along with the heavy gun strapped to his thigh. Trailing her gaze to his face, she looked at that black mask covering his nose and mouth, immediately realizing what he was. BloodHound. Her eyes widened, alarms going off in her head right before her body turned in the opposite direction on its own accord, forcing her legs to move and soon, she broke off into a s

Calhoun said, but his humor vanished as the first of the Iron Hounds broke through the treeline. They were horrific. Massive, coal black wolves with glowing red runes etched into their fur. Leading them was a man on top a horse that looked like it had been stitched together from nightmares. He wore the silver mask of the High Council. "Calhoun Northman, Alpha of the Bloodhound pack!" the masked man shouted, his voice amplified by magic. "You harbor a Lunar Blood. Hand her over for cleansing or your lands will be salted and your empires erased." Cleansing? I do not need to be cleansed.

Never expected this to happen. "No... no! It's just…" she suddenly dropped her gaze from me. "It's just. I'm still a virgin. Please, don't get mad at me." I don't know if it was a perfect opportunity for me to burst out laughing when she almost got me on that note. A virgin wanted to have sex with me. Who on earth would sell her virginity to a person wearing a black facemask? Shit. She's fucking serious. What was this girl trying to prove? I sensed her heartbeat didn't go up or down. They were steady. And as one of my gifts as a wolf, she was fucking telling the truth.

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.