Bloodhound X Loba Novels & Stories

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.

I could really use her full attention right about now. Finally, Kovu’s muscles tensed, and I braced myself for his attack, which came quickly enough. He leaped toward me, his claws extended and aiming for my throat. I was ready to defend and counter, but suddenly, Kovu was intercepted in midair. A blur of blue fur crashed into him, sending both of them sprawling to the ground. *What?* I blinked in shock as I saw another Lycan standing between us. Its fur was a beautiful shade of blue, and its eyes were locked on Kovu, who snarled in frustration.

"Hunter Hound found him dying." Rondolf crouched down. His finger ran gently over the fine hairs on the corpse's body, then sniffed it. “Therians,” Rondolf muttered. “Bloodhond and Natural Wolf mixed blood.” Rondolf looked at the Hounds in front of him one by one. “You guys killed the Therians?” "We just couldn't save him, Rondolf." Rockley, who represented, spoke. "I forbid the Hound to interfere." Rondolf grinned thinly. "Therians are not enemies to Lycans."

Sora asked, gritting her teeth in anger as she saw pain in her mate's eyes. Loid never wanted to share his mate with anyone. Sora was well aware of that as well. “I think you didn't hear the story, Sora. Loid's wolf is Kara, and Mando resides inside Noah. It's history repeating itself.” Lady Agatha growled at Sora, feeling annoyed with Sora all of a sudden.

You find the others and see if you can figure out who she is. Standing here now with the others preparing to hunt, he found himself looking over the crowd for the mystery woman he had seen earlier. But to his disappointment he didn't see her anywhere among the wolves. Nor could he pick up her scent. Lobo was once again pacing anxiously in his head in anticipation of being let out again. Glancing over he caught Chadwick's knowing eye. Chadwick spoke to him over the mindlink, "Alpha I briefed the others. We will all be on the look out and will report immediately if we find anything. "

Its repulsive smell made me avert my head in Liam’s direction. “What the hell is that?” Coming from me might have been serious as they locked gazes and then turned to me. The most annoying thing was their silence; they just couldn’t give me a straight answer. Liam had the guts in the end to tell me a fantastical but interesting unfolding of the events. “I know this scene seems snatched from a mythological movie, but I will explain. Somewhere deep inside Bash, we knew that this was a possibility, slightly but possible. You know how we use our blood combined with our other ingredients for serums, right?” I nodded in understanding. This was getting more and more suspicious. “Well, one of the li

she whispered. Rio’s gaze swept over the growing crowd—faces hardened by centuries of pain. “We have to.” From the tree line, Odessa watched him with an unreadable expression. “Valentine’s changing,” the silver-eyed woman murmured. Odessa’s lips curved faintly. “Good. He’ll need to.” But deep in the swamp, unseen and silent, something stirred. A figure cloaked in black—its glowing red eyes like embers in the dark. A Bloodhound. The Council’s most ruthless hunter.

I showed off, making myself an offended person . I instantly jumped into the cave in the form of a wolf, completely ignoring the guards. Kitty will be able to deal with her, I had no doubt. Only once inside the cave, I heard the wild roar of the animal. What happened there? Having reached the center of the cave, I saw the wounded Leopard in his bestial essence. Scarlet bloodstains burned like fire on his snow-white fur. Apparently, he was shot in the hind leg. But Lisa was nowhere to be seen... There was a blow to the tambourine and again a monstrous roar. The noise made my head spin. I started looking around for the source of the sound. Again blow and again roar. There was a vacuum in my he

"Is that...?" "The Hounds," Sofia snapped, her posture shifting into a combat stance. She checked the chamber of her submachine gun. "The Judge’s private collection. He let them off the leash ten minutes ago. They don't track by scent, Bianca. They track by heartbeat. And yours is slamming against your ribs like a drum." "We need to go," Bianca said, the wolf inside her pacing her internal cage. The heat was returning to her limbs, a frantic, electric pulse that made her fingers twitch.