Bloodhound X Loba Novels & Stories

The K-9s that were part of the detail were hellhounds and were bred specifically to serve the Moon Goddess and her chosen Elders. As the guards walked them away from the Elders, the dogs shifted to their hellhound forms. Each of the three dogs stood with their heads held high, even with shoulders of their Lycan handlers. Their pitch-black fur stood on end making them appear even larger. The eerie and demonic red glow of their eyes refracted off the smoke that came from their large snouts and mouths that held a permanent snarl. Fangs and claws extended as foam began to form around their mouths as they drooled in anticipation of a fight.

Jacob was restrained in no time at all, but neither Noah or Alex were particularly happy about that. “Jacob Hughes, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack,” I started speaking, my voice low. “Your wolf is Lloyd, he is a dark brown wolf with bright blue eyes.” I paused, tilting my head to look at him, my eyes squinting. “Your wolf’s eyes are red. You are not Jacob.” “Yes I am!” he growled.

My hands drew into fists, and my brows jerked with a frown as I confusedly searched the walls of the bathroom, my mind scorching and wondering what was wrong with my hearing. ‘Line them up!’ I jumped hard, but my toilet saved me from falling. ‘Get out! Get out, you cunts!’ The voices snarled, and I swiftly gripped both sides of my head while my lips spilled words I could not comprehend until my ears managed to pay attention to them. ‘The Lycan owns your soul!’ A nasty feeling trickled down my spine and shifted my throat with inner disgust and an overpowering presence that made me cower. ‘Know your fucking place!’

She sunk her teeth into the Lobo’s neck ripping and tugging trying to kill it as it slashed and clawed at Noah. A loud noise like a car came zooming from the left. Sarah’s eyes flickered to the noise seeing the hunters lead by a dark red brown wolf enter. She watched a girl with blond hair stand tall on the ATV and as the driver slid the ATV to the side to take out the two Lobo’s running at them The girl pulled out daggers and flipped off of it. She landed neatly on one of the Lobo’s neck wrapping her legs around its throat, squeezing as she slammed her daggers over and over into it. The Lobo crashed to its knees, blood spraying everywhere as she continued to stab it. The blond male got off

This was especially so whenever he looked back at the items he currently had in his inventory. ``````````````````Flashback``````````````````` Hidden Bow had finally turned around to face the person that has been scaring him since their initial encounter. Upon closer inspection, Hidden Bow noticed that this Lycan was a size smaller than the two that he was recently partnered with. Besides that, he also noticed that this smaller Lycan was no longer equipped with a knife as he previously saw when dealing with those crocodiles earlier. Instead, he was now equipped with some tonfa-looking armaments.

He wasn't able to protect her, to save her. He deserves to die. " Nooooooo!!!!" Volkan screams. Struggling to move forward. When a bloodhound leaps on him. Pinning him under. His dark red eyes, looking at Volkan with hunger. And he snarls to root his canines into Volkan's neck. When two dagger whooshed past, cutting the air. With the first hitting Elora's shoulder and the other hits the bloodhounds back. Making Elora to curse, holding her bloody arm while the bloodhound to roll over.

Knox defiantly declares, earning a scoff from Jaxon. My eyes follow the car driving into the distance. Petra mentioned the Nigthshade Reformed pack…I’ve never heard of that pack before and what has that got to do with Mum. “What’s….” Jaxon starts before we hear Lobo starting to bark in the distance, near the meadow. His bark completely cutting our conversation, it was unusual for Lobo to bark….without me next to him. Usually he did it to tell people to back away from me. I take a step forward to fetch him myself when his barking takes on a more aggressive insistent tone.

Leading them was a dark brown wolf, its golden eyes blazing with fury. Its gaze locked on me, and it snarled, its lips curling to reveal sharp, glinting teeth. I recognized him instantly. Liam Miller. I couldn’t breathe. My heart thudded against my ribs, a mix of shock and dread. Shock because Liam was here, and dread because I have no idea why he was here. Did he really come to helo us? Liam’s wolf stood over me, massive and imposing, his fur dark as midnight and streaked with the blood of our enemies. He licked his sharp teeth after biting the neck of the masked figure who tried to blocked his way. Now, I understand why they called him the Bloodhound.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Lon finished unable to fully recall the appropriate word. They all stared bemusedly at the voracious animals. Stunned that they’d chosen to go after an animal, rather than Lon. Though they’d all thought it plain that the beasts were following them in pursuit of Styx. This was a totally unexpected turnabout. “As did I.” Confusion marred the Dread’s pretty face. “Do they seem lighter colored to you than the others we saw?” These were a bit thicker than typical Dogs of Battling. Less skeletal. And their hides were less black and browner. Seeming to get lighter by the minute.