Bloody Hyena Novels & Stories

They simply kept feeding her more and more hyenas to deal with. Blood pooled on the ground. The stench of blood grew thick and heavy. More bodies littered around. The hyenas finally admitted defeat and howled their retreat. Red, however, was not done. She wanted more. After all, she had been itching to fight for an insanely long time. She bit down hard on an escapee’s tail. It let out a yelp, then whined and whimpered as it struggled to break free. “Red! Enough!” Neoma shouted. “Drop it!”

Laura - The meeting grounds I'm still hiding behind the bushes, unwilling to move because I don't want to be seen. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to tell which one was Paul since the coats of all the wolves are mostly the same. But no one else has such a gleaming silver mane that glistens beneath the full moon. Alin's fur is darker, nearly blending in with the darkness. I could have missed his initial strike if it hadn't been for my heightened night vision. He lunges for Paul, his teeth gnashing in the air, saliva streaming from the sharp canine as he bites the emptiness.