Novelas y relatos de Bloodhound X Loba

All it would take is getting a gun away from one of them. Just as this thought crossed his mind, he received a heavy kick from behind. Lobo had noticed his body language the moment he thought of attacking and had quickly acted first. HD fell forward and he stumbled to the ground. The pain in his leg was unbearable and the blood flow increased as he hit the leg on the floor. "Don't try to be too smart. I will not hesitate to kill you." Lobo snorted angrily. As they progressed Into the den, they found out they were in a wide, smooth passage with stretcher rollers by the side. Some have stretchers on them while some don't. Apart from these, the corridor was essentially empty but well lit.

Caribbean sand meeting lush blue ocean. “Chloe?” Lucas uttered in disbelief. The wolf let a growl. It wasn’t an aggressive warning sound but Lucas remained wary. It was undoubtedly his mate. He could feel the mate bond being tugged at like the string on a violin. It vibrated around them, pulling them toward each other like two magnets. Lucas could tell Chloe’s wolf recognised him but the question was would the she-wolf accept it or fight him. It seemed she wanted to fight him on it, at least that’s what Lucas thought when the wolf suddenly lunged at him.

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

"I am not here to harm you. So you don't need to shift. In fact, I will be a rather good ally to you, Luna." Ally? Why would I want an ally? “Who are you?” I didn’t know why I couldn’t move myself or shift. He was not a wolf. He looked like a - “You are a vampire. What are you doing in wolf territory. We hate each other.” “When it is a necessity, I would work with anyone. “My name is Loyd.” “What do you want from me? Why are you here?” “I am a spy, if you will. And I have a proposal for you, which is beneficial to both of us.”

A brown creature stepped out of the darkness upon hearing the sounds of thudding. The animal, the huge hound that watched him with predatory orange eyes. It was fucking huge. The hound's height competed with that of a full grown adult, that neither the buildings nor the darkness could shadow the beast. For one the big beast was brown, with not just any white but snow white trails guiding along it's brown fur. A sharp spear-like black mark that started from the eyeline of its eyes, passed the crinkles of the edge of the beast's eyes down to the start of its ear.

The silver-hounds were beasts of nightmare—wolves bred with dark alchemy and conditioned to hate the scent of magic. They lunged across the frost-covered grass of the valley, their jaws snapping with bone-crushing force. Lyra waited until the lead hound was inches from her throat.

Voss bites the inside of his cheek, his fangs drawing a drop of his own blood as he slams the heavy iron door shut. He prays her inner wolf can maintain this exact level of arrogance once we reach the interrogation block. He fires up the heavy diesel engine. To ensure her infiltration remained undetected by the Blackthorne hounds, Liora had spent months surveying the wolves closest to Kaelen’s inner circle, gaining a slight understanding of the pack's power structure. She also understood the reach of the Blackthorne Hounds franchise. But as the transport cuts through the trees, the direction of Voss's vehicle is clearly moving away from the ice rinks and the main pack estate.

Even though part of her wanted to cover her ears. “Their abilities go beyond anything you’ve seen, love,” Magnus said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Even beyond what I can do.” The admission seemed to cost him something. Cathy swallowed hard, her free hand unconsciously moving to her stomach. The babies within seemed to sense her unease, their movements becoming more agitated. Little kicks that felt almost… protective. “Who else?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Magnus’s eyes grew distant again. “Lobo,” he said, and somehow that single name carried weight. “His spirit guide is Frostbite, a woolly mammoth. Nothing touches him—not extreme heat, not bitter cold. He’s pr

However, there shouldn't be anyone I can trust in this place. "As you can see, Miss. I am nobody. I am just a servant here." "Ah, all right." Loko wants to avoid answering my question. However, I did not smell any wolf scent in him. It was very different when I faced lycans and werewolves. There was a special scent wafting from their bodies. Loko really looks like a normal human. He led me into a room with large double doors almost reaching the ceiling. Loko opened it wide.

He stumbled back, his body already changing, the air warping around him like it was being sucked into a void. Then his bones cracked. His skin stretched, tore, reshaped. His face twisted, snout tearing forward, not a wolf, not anything I’d ever seen. It was taller than me, black skin with glowing red veins pulsing underneath like fire. Horns curled back from his head, and his eyes, Luca’s eyes, shone a cold, sick silver. He came at me. His claws ripped across my side, tearing through flesh, but I took the hit and twisted, slashing him across the chest. We collided, tumbling to the ground, growling and tearing into each other.