Bloodhound Without Mask Novels & Stories

As they passed through the crowd, the temperature in the banquet seemed to have dropped by several degrees, leading the other guests to frown and shiver. They were people who wore silver full face masks, which left everyone with no way to know what kind of expression they were having at the moment. All that everyone could see were the cold shadowy eyes staring straight at one direction… that seemed to be towards… me? No… It was not towards me… but towards the person standing just behind me… Alpha Kain! I watched as they approached in our direction, although deep inside I was still calm. Whoever they were, they were still a part of the Blood Hound Pack, a force that I have to eliminate in the

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.

The three girls, Gnetol Raspberi, the redhead, Nadira WhiteShadow, the greenhead, and Acantha Neptunewings, the bluehead, crushed everyone and went to the front to gaze at the portrait. "Oh, this man is majestic," Gnetol gasped. Acantha, a blue-haired girl, agreed with her friend about the portrait, saying, "He looks appealing with the mask on. Hook! Is there a portrait of him without the mask?" "I am worried," Host Hook said anxiously, he stopped as his eyeballs rotated from right to left and vice versa, "...there is none. Every villa has a painting of him wearing the mask. To be sure, no one ever saw his true face (he hesitated again)....locals claim."

A man stepped into the light. He was a predator in a world of scavengers. He was massive, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, draped in a black suit so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it. But it was the mask that stopped hearts—a haunting, polished silver mask that covered his face, leaving only two burning, obsidian eyes visible. The crowd parted like water before a shark. No one spoke. No one even dared to breathe.

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.

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.