Bloodhound Without Mask Novels & Stories

Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp. The Hunters' hands are encased in sleek, black gloves with reinforced knuckles, as if they're expecting a fistfight with a brick wall. Their faces are partially hidden by dark green domino masks that stretch horizontally across their eyes, leaving their chiseled jaws exposed. It's a look that screams, "I'm a professional badass, and I know it." "Young lady," One of them rumbles, "get away from him. He's a vampire, and a killer at that."

Killian bent down to inspect the wounds, and that’s when he realized that he couldn’t identify what had inflicted the damage. The creatures hadn’t been attacked by wolves. “I couldn’t pick up what they were. I’ve never seen anything like them before.” Everyone’s guard was up at the sound of the new voice, while Samantha was frozen, her heart threatening to break free from her chest. Picking that up, Calypso realized what was going on. They watched as he stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in all black, a mask covering the lower part of his face. Half of his white hair flowed down, reaching the middle of his back, while the other half was tied up.

The basement door squeak open and her kidnapper walks in with a bottle water. Anna squirms on her seat when she saw him walking up to her still wearing his scary facemask and a black body-hug shirtsleeves which was revealing different types of animals tattoos on his arms. If only he could take off the mask she thought, then perhaps she could look into his eyes and penetrate into his heart by just staring at him in her pitiful state.

Blood dripped coloring the snow Altair had grimaced but was ignored. Behind the bushes was seen a man in thick clothes with a furry jacket. He carried a weapon like the one Duke Owen had. The person was busy watching the surroundings, being alert. His face was covered with thick ski goggles and wore a white mask. You can see the breath coming out from behind the mask. “Is it the hunters?” asked Altair in a low voice. "If he's a hunter, why is he walking alone?" asked Adir, who had dismounted from his horse and looked behind the bushes.

Not a sign of life anywhere. They landed in the second ring, the inner zone. "We're here," Nathaniel said as Ark Two came into view. He handed Hayley two masks. "This is Ark One's insignia. Everyone attending the auction has to wear a mask representing their base." The masks he gave her were green. Hayley nodded and passed one to Griffin. They all put on the green masks. The helicopter touched down. Nathaniel stepped out first. Then Hayley followed, holding the dogs' leashes. Griffin and the rest of the group poured out behind her in one noisy wave.

With a brusque motion, he tore off the black mask that had always hidden his face. It was the first time I had seen the true face of the Cursed Alpha since I arrived here. He always wore that mask, a barrier that separated him from the world. But now, with his eyes fixed on me, the truth was exposed. His skin was marked by dark spots, deep scars, and burns that deformed a part of his face—the marks of the fire I believed had taken his life.

My heart beat in excitement as I made my way to the VIP section. The guards let me in after seeing my lanyard and my camera. I put the cups on the table and put my camera on the seats a few rows behind him. When I approached him, my chest was boiling in anger. I need to teach him a lesson. When I approached him, he didn't even look at me. He and his minion's eyes were locked onto the White Claws team. I threw both coke-filled cups straight at his face without any warning. "Fuck you, asshole."

The black fabric blended seamlessly with his dark fur, rendering him nearly invisible in the shadows. Tara was nearby, similarly clad in a sleek black outfit. Her movements were quick and precise as she strapped on her gear. She pulled the hood over her head, tucking in her hair to ensure nothing would catch or snag. Like Claud, her outfit covered her completely, with only her sharp, keen eyes visible. She tested the fit of her gloves, flexing her fingers and making minor adjustments to her mask.

As soon as the man turned, YangYang frozen in her spot and her legs weakened her own mouth betrayed her. ..... Other side of the world, a man with a mask in a black hoodie with 'D' printed on it's back, most of his face was not visible to expect of his hazel brown eyes, he got down from the car. Every bodyguard and higher ups stood at the entrance to greet him.

While Leora held the shower head in her mouth and pulled it tightly to prevent the man from moving any further or getting himself free, I commanded Leora to scrape off his mask for once and all to see his face. "Grrr!!" Leora growled, and flew her paw and scratched the mask off. The mask fell inside the water. Through the eyes of my wolf, I was about to see the bastard's face but the heightened sense of Leora signalled the arrival of an omen.