Bloodhound X Loba Novels & Stories

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

(Qekin Rivgog) Both of them were sharing their thoughts on what would be their next interest. For Lobelia Mudswan, she is born of the Mudswan Tribe, a historical, long linage and well known tribe of grand master craftsmen and craftswomen, which lives circle on the interest of mastering the arts of crafting. And for her, seeing the unique designed of Aeternum body armor has greatly inspired her and sparks her passion and interest on Aeternum armor. Despite Qekin remarks, Lobelia still have her eyes glued on the tactical vest, as if she was entrance by it.

Zeeb asked, ceasing whatever he was drawing. “Hassan has strength, and our little Omega has less strength than the average werewolf, so they should be level in that field. Her opponent doesn’t know that, so perhaps another advantage you’ll have is the element of surprise.” “I want to go for a run,” Lobo suddenly said, fidgety. “I hate staying in this room.” Marcel returned to reading his book. “Patience Lobo. We’ll be out of here soon enough to cheer for our champion.”

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.

Lab rats. Her gaze traveled over his features. There were slight differences that would always set him apart from typical humans. The facial bones were more pronounced in the cheeks and chins of the New Species. Their noses also seemed wider and a bit flatter than normal. A lot of them had fuller lips and fang-like teeth. The shapes of their eyes could reflect an individual’s distinct animal ancestry.

I yell through crushed pipes and he jerks to a stop, yielding to my command as his Luna. “Celine-“ He pleads, vibrating in place. No, if he takes one more step it is going to be a bloodbath that I cannot stop. I look deep into Lor’s eyes and see only the same darkness that has clogged our bond. His eyes have turned a solid black and looking back at me is a savage creature that vaguely bears my mate’s features. But he is in there, somewhere. My wolf surges and I growl with anger and grip the hand, crushing it with all my strength and throwing him off. He hits the wall hard and I drop to the floor.

Putting himself in danger meant putting me in danger because I will give my life for him but I don't think he had ever considered that. The smell of smoke filled the air and I felt like laughing. These rogues were clearly amateurs if they thought flooding the sight of Lycans with a vast amount of smoke would hinder their sight. If anything at all it only ignited the desire to see clearer, forcing our sharper and clearer eyes to zoom in our surroundings. The unknowingly were helping us spot them hiding on trees in their human forms or in different stations of the bushes in their wolf forms.

Shama’s eyes became bloody red in colour without any emotions inside them. Her fangs grew out. Her neck started hurting but Shama endured the pain. It was like nothing was happening to her. Because the pain of losing everyone she loved was more than that. There was nothing left in her which will now feel the pain. A beautiful rose with a sword standing in the middle appeared on her neck. It was bloody red in colour a shining light emitted through it. A lotus mark appeared on her forehead in the middle of her eyebrows. A blazing red fire came out of Shama’s hands.

He came to stand over me, looking down at my weakening body, excitedly. 'Well, well, my pretty little wolf, who are you? Methinks, looking at your size and rare colour, that you are a very special little wolf. You are a Lycan too, and probably somebody's Luna. You are too powerful to be an ordinary wolf, which means he'll come looking for you, and I'll bet he's something special too.' Then he reached out wth his grimy, blood-soaked hand and petted me like a domestic dog. I tried to react, tried to bite that evil fucking hand off, but the drug held me still as he stroked my silky fur.