Bloodhound X Loba Novels & Stories

“Mr. Hox, don't you have a poison wolf? Could it be you who are looking for something here, looking for the victim you just killed!” sneered Liam. Doron, who had wanted to mediate this fight, was finally too late because Liam and Hox had already taken out their wolves which were now fighting, tearing, and biting. Liam's wolf had sparkling black eyes, which had impressive visual acuity. While the Hox’s had gray fur, it had poisonous claws that could double itself.

“In their beast form, they would appear as enormous wolves with a deathly gaze to their eyes. They would often be in packs led by an alpha and, in this form, would be able to kill and even destroy a vampire. These beasts are not to be underestimated and it would take uncommon skill, power and mental capacity for a vampire to single handedly kill a Lobo. “But with the growth and expansion of human civilization, and the affinity for the Lupines to remain a secret, they drove themselves to hiding. Once to return again and destroy their natural enemies.” He flipped the page, and I saw the picture of a beast like man. The man in the picture stood on two wolf-like legs, had thick fur covering his

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

They had the intelligence of a ten-year-old human, were fiercely loyal, fearless, and had extremely sharp senses of smell and perception. An adult Bloodhound could grow to 2.5 meters in length, with a long tail, extremely developed muscles, and a large mouth. The tip of their mouth was shaped like a cone, with narrow jaws and two rows of sharp teeth, capable of incredible bite force. Bloodhounds had no fur, only smooth and incredibly tough skin. They had excellent digestive and healing abilities, rapidly recovering from injuries through consumption. Bloodhounds, along with hunting falcons, had accompanied the Gendaya for thousands of years, from their fishing and hunting days to the present,

I asked in confusion. Betty sighed, "Well, Lobo got together with some of his old crew and they're going after Lowell." I frowned, "What? What old crew? I don't understand." "Lobo used to go after Lycans and wolves that stepped out of line. Basically, he would keep everyone in order." Betty explained. Shauna nodded, "Think bounty hunter mixed with a hired killer." I made a face, she sounded so chirpy while explaining it, 'So, he's going after Lowell to kill him?"

I never did scream— or shift, and he had kissed me after. I turn and start to run. I don't know why I'm running but every blood cell in my body demands that I get as far away from him as possible. I know I don't get far enough when I slam into someone but before I can jerk away, the person is grabbing my waist, keeping me stable while his scent breaks me out of the muddled state my brain was trying to drown itself in. Cedarwood and spices. I slowly look up, realizing that Damien Bloodhound is staring down at me— and he looks very angry.

His canine stood out waiting to turn into the flesh of its enemies. Eyes were as red as blood, it turned around to look at me and roared to the moon. You came! His voice vibrated with the wind. "Let's put an end to this once and for all! I won't let you push me around again, I am Lombardo, the alpha of of Glory pack and the one and only Thylacine to ever exist and you are just Xavier, Nobody knows you, yes You're a hybrid but you won't be the first. Your kindness has been dealt with in the past and tonight will be no different! "

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.

I said, still sore that she wouldn’t commit to anything. Raise an Omega, give them one sniff of rank, and they will cross you in the end. That was what my father used to say when Mom wanted a she-wolf for her personal maid rather than the fiercer Lycans this pack seemed to breed. I didn’t believe that for a second. Not about mine. “Ro – ose!” “I’m coming, Lolo.” “No, it’s okay. I’ve found it. Sorry.” “Is she always like this?” “Pretty much.”

He gave a single, robotic nod. The sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone filled the quiet meadow. His human body distorted, expanding rapidly as thick gray fur erupted from his skin. Within three seconds, Luka was gone. Bexley stood in his place - a massive, six-foot-tall lycan with jaws large enough to snap a horse's spine. The wolf lowered its head, its ears flattening against its skull. It began to stalk toward me, its long black claws digging deep into the dirt, its white fangs bared and dripping with thick saliva.