Bloodhound X Loba Novels & Stories

This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible. Blair takes flight and flies over them, getting Ghost's attention just like she hoped she would. While Blair is busy taking blasts from Ghosts and breathing fire at him like a fucking dragon, I face off with Liam and Sage. Liam is a large brown wolf with some hints of black in his fur. Meanwhile, Sage is a small to medium red wolf with hints of brown in her fur. Sasha is bigger than both, but size doesn’t always matter with our kind.

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.

Jebediah had found his way back without explanation, wearing a satisfied expression and carrying a small jar of something dark and preserved that he set down and did not offer to share. Emmett was halfway through a drumstick when he remembered. "You called me a bloodhound earlier," he said, looking at Lord Nikolai. "When I arrived. What did that mean?" Lord Nikolai and Jebediah exchanged a glance. It was brief, the kind of look that had a full conversation packed inside it. "You are a Bloodhound, Emmett," Lord Nikolai said, setting down his cup. "A warrior-breed, wolves engineered through bloodline and conditioning for war and annihilation. Highly perceptive, driven by an instinct for confli

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

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.