Bloodhound X Loba Novels & Stories

I replied immediately, not wanting her to be suspicious. "They are a lot of them, the wolf man, Howling, Underworld, Teen wolf, oh and Twilight, one of my favourite, well you can search for more, there are tons of wolf movies" she listed them out " Oh, okay, thanks, Erm.. how would you know if someone's a wolf" " Well with the movies I have watched, the full moon makes them obvious, they change on every full moon, they have fast healing and great hearing abilities, so if you want to know, just check for what I just mentioned"

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

Their movements are too organized, and their discipline is far too high for rogues. Velmora’s and Gardeno’s elite guards had also changed. Within moments, they had become wolves, their howls echoing against each other and filling the dark highway. In an instant, battle erupted. The clash between the two sides was unavoidable. A black wolf slammed into one of Gardeno’s elite guards, sending them both crashing into a vehicle. Another wolf leapt from the right and immediately tore into its opponent’s shoulder. Blood splattered. Agonised howls rang out everywhere.

I drop the last ladder as my boots land on the floor. I find dry land and put him there. “I can't fight what I am,” he whispers. “I can't.” A tear slips down his cheek. He looks immaculate even with our present situation. The scent intensifies again, but now it's thick, sweet, and heavy. Above us, the hounds start barking, the Omega heat has peaked, and boots slam against the pavement. Voices shout commands out to the hounds. They are genetically engineered wolves bred by the academy, creatures that can smell a drop of blood.

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

Sara echoed, enthusiastic as ever. “A lycan?” “Possibly. But that’s all we heard.” “What is his name?” “Bloodhound. That is what he goes by. No one knows his real name. But we have seen what he leaves in his wake — a wreckage. He burns every village…” “Enough,” Courtney cut her off, raising a finger. “Your input is well noted and appreciated. Perhaps you’d be an asset to the Shadow Pack in the future. Perhaps.” Then she stole a glance at me before walking away. “See me in my office, Zoe.”

The Luna at the time had held my head, forcing my small eyes to stay open. 'WATCH,' she had whispered. 'This is what happens to humans who forget their place.' "Anna? Anna! It's done." Tommy’s voice snapped me back to the present. The painting was haunting. Two massive wolf packs howling at a single, blood red moon. It was beautiful but It was a lie. What they were capable of doing wasn't beautiful. After an inspection from our current Alpha Dorian, Tommy's uncle, he seemed pleased, and had the canvas whisked away to be framed before the Lycan Enforcer arrived.

The room got quieter in the specific way it did when everyone in it knew something and nobody wanted to be the first to say it. "Level 5 Inquisitor," Garrett said. "Yes." Marcus swiped to the next frame. The image was grainy, night-vision footage, but clear enough. There was a figure moving ahead of the lead vehicle. Not walking alongside it—moving in front, on all fours, loose and low to the ground, nose tracking the air. "And that—" "That's a Blood-Hound," Xander said. It wasn't a question. The Blood-Hound stopped at the edge of the road and lifted its head. Even through the camera, even through the static and distance, you could see the moment it caught something.

He was genuinely confused and wanted to hear Loba's perspective as an outsider. Loba had sensed something unusual about Laura's scent. Only werewolves could emit such a scent, indicating that they had sparred or played together. Unless Laura was a werewolf or Ned's destined partner, there was no explanation for this. Ned's words only confirmed Loba's suspicions that Laura might indeed be his destined partner. This worried Loba deeply for Ned's safety. Werewolves typically sought partners of their own kind, or at least of a beastly species. A human partner would suggest that Ned had not fully integrated into the werewolf clan and could face severe consequences.

" What?" " Huh?" She gave me a confused look." Antonia?" Mia jounced sluggishly showing she was confused in my unforeseen interest."Yeah.Eve's friend." I stopped walking and lowered ."Wait.Eve and Antonia are musketeers?" " I just said that, did not I?" I was caught off guard by Mia's harsh tone, the sweet side you first see when you meet her disguises the fact that she's still related to a family of Mafia leaders. I nearly forgot that." S-sorry." She just goggled at me, she did not feel angry or anything but her unresistant expression just made it scarier in my opinion. Suddenly she smiled and seized my hand." Let's go."