Bloodhound X Loba Novels & Stories

Darian sneered, his voice dripping with malice, "You should have stayed away, my dear. Now, watch as I tear everything you love apart." With a swift motion, Darian unleashed his minions upon her, hoping to overpower her. But Arystyn moved with agility and skill, her werewolf instincts guiding her every move. She fought with a ferocity born from a mother protecting her cubs, realizing that her strength was not just her own, but an extension of the love and loyalty that bound her family together.

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en

The beast inside him is howling, desperately aching to follow the scent. “Mate!” he mutters. Kai grins. After all these years, he finally found his mate. For a long time, he waited for her and now, he found her. His wolf is crying and howling in joy. The Lycan King finally found his Queen. Kai follows the scent, trying to calm the manic madness in him. He finally spots her near the bar, drinking. For a moment, he stares at her in astonishment.

The large gray wolf snarled once again: "DAMON NEEDS MOTUS ALIVE...FOR NOW. CATCH HIM!" Ahead of the group, almost a few meters away was Motus. He ran in his black and white husky form; laughing away at their attempt to catch him. "You'll never get your filthy paws on me! Hahaha we've done this hunt every night and you've had no luck! Just give up already!"

Roman quickly swung out his arm in front of me and pushed me back behind him, then dropped to his knee and bowed his head as a sign of respect. Tarrant halted his speed and came to a stop, now curiously focusing on Roman. “And what are you?” He asked with a snarl. “I am Roman, Lycan to the earth wolves”. He announced, loud enough for the other shadow wolves to hear. “Ah, the Lycan”. Tarrant’s voice growled. “You’re far from home and you’ve bedded a Sun wolf… what a monstrosity to your kind!” He continued with disgust and my heart sank to hear with my own ears once again how much the Sun wolves were hated.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the werewolf pack gathered in the heart of Luka's territory, their eyes ablaze with determination. Ardolf, a towering figure with a mane of jet-black fur, exchanged a knowing glance with Brian, his trusted lieutenant. Athena, with her sleek silver coat and piercing amber eyes, stood by their side, ready for the impending battle. Behind them, the rest of their pack, a formidable force of loyal warriors, awaited the signal.

I bit my lips and continued to crawl until I was harshly turned over, the warriors set me on my knees and every drive in me was lost, all hope because I knew what was coming. “Hmm, she already looks half dead,” Lexi's voice pierced the air filled with disgust. The Crimson blood never let the banished souls to live, they believe they would be betrayed once they are out of the pack. They also didn't believe in mercy against heinous crimes that had been committed, which was the reason behind their strength, they were the strongest pack in the last century. And they were about to do the same thing to me. Torian grabbed my jaws and forced me to look at him, my vision however was blurry from how m

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.

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.