Bloodhound X Loba Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Zeeb asked, ceasing whatever he was drawing. “Hassan has strength, and our little Omega has less strength than the average werewolf, so they should be level in that field. Her opponent doesn’t know that, so perhaps another advantage you’ll have is the element of surprise.” “I want to go for a run,” Lobo suddenly said, fidgety. “I hate staying in this room.” Marcel returned to reading his book. “Patience Lobo. We’ll be out of here soon enough to cheer for our champion.”

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.

The servants did not even had the strength to show in their faces that they are shocked, not like the wealthy people they are with. The mountain creatures noticed that the strangers are afraid of them. They approached them slowly and carefully. Someone took the lead of the group, and spoke with a soft voice to the travellers. “Do not be afraid of us, we do not attack and harm those who are not a threat to us. Hello, I am Anais. I am the leader here. We are wolves, and we do not wish to bring mayhem. May I know who are you and what are you doing here?” the girl is a dog a while ago, but now, she turned to a human, with goddess-like features.

Rex said. "You can't sneak up on Jo. His Rogues have abilities that go far beyond any other Council wolf or pack wolf. His Trackers and Scouts have ‘senses’, along with ‘intuitions’ that can pick up a wolf's aura from 50 miles away. We are not in range of them now, but that changes daily." She added. As Aisha revealed more and more about Jo’s plan, the already heavy hearts of the wolves got heavier with every twist and turn of the plan.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

"True. But we'll save the discussion of the young boy later. I need some reports from the three of you." The three of them nodded and they went to their respective seats. Since Sam was the second Boss and commander among the four factions, he spoke first. "The bombardment mission in the L.A headquarter was successful. We managed to kill 90% of the White Wolf's Clan member there including the Head, John. We've managed to capture young boys and girls to be our slaves. We've also left those cryptic photographs for the White Wolf's Clan to investigate." A dangerous smile lit up in Alexander lips while hearing his report.