Book Hounds Novels & Stories

It was pure white and engraved into its taunt skin was any number of golden grooves and symbols covering every inch of it. "My new pet. You've got your hell hounds, so she has decided to give me a Celestial Hound. They're quite interesting animals, especially when they're starving." Why weren't Zale and my hounds trying to stop this? I jerked my head away to look and froze. Bo had his flames all over the battlefield, the pure black glass trapped my mates away from me just as effectively as I'd been trapped. Zale's attack rose into the sky and struck over and over but this time the balls couldn't make it through.

There were hard-and-fast rules about vampires that were universally acknowledged within hunting circles, but even with our knowledge they were crafty and difficult to uncover. Enjoying the surprisingly light-hearted tone of our conversation, I chose to take my break sat at the bar. Cyrus had remained tucked behind his newspaper, though he’d moved from the bar to one of the booths by the wide windows at around mid-morning. I’d shot him a few curious glances as I’d sipped at my coffee and tucked in to a cinnamon swirl, but he’d not given anything away. Later, he’d drawn out a ragged old book and a sleek laptop, and had stared intently at the screen, occasionally darting a look to the faded pag

But instead, she pulled out a book of spells from her bag and began to read. The book was small enough to fit in her pocket, but its contents were vast and ancient. While her classmates learned the arts of other crafts, Miranda preferred to delve into the secrets of her own. She pored over the pages, devouring the knowledge left behind by generations of witches who had come before her. And as she read, she felt a sense of belonging that she had never found in any club or organization. As Miranda sat lost in the pages of her book, she couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of unease. It was a feeling that had been creeping up on her ever since the arrival of the new Principal, Daniel Lockwood

She had sneaked into the library quite a few times before to know the way around it. One after another books appeared, and finally after summoning at least twenty books, she exclaimed, “Finally!” Arthur huffed loudly and moved closer and read the title of the book, “The Bestiary.” “I have read this,” Arthur spoke without any interest. “So, can you tell me what kind of beast are we dealing with here?” Mila asked. Arthur just shrugged.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

"I found something. In the library. About the red-eyed rogues. They’re not rogues. They’re bloodhounds." His expression darkened. "Show me." I nodded. "It’s in the old library. A book left open. It matches everything. And the wounded guard... he said one of them smiled at him. Told him it was just the beginning." Max looked at the council wolves. "We need to confirm this. Now. If what Ivy says is true, we’re dealing with something far worse than a rogue attack." One of the council wolves spoke. "bloodhounds were destroyed long ago."

I stood on my hind legs and stared down at my paws, fucking bigger than my old hands, claws sharp and curved. Then the hunger hit. Not for food. For blood and for the scent of wolves. I crushed the book beneath one massive paw. Pages ripped, scattering like ash in the wind. I could smell it before I even saw it—Dawn’s pack, sitting high on the hill, torches burning around it. Smoke, cooked meat, wolf scent thick with arrogance, all carried on the wind. I didn’t hide. I ran straight at it. The first guard didn’t see me coming, I slammed into him, and he tumbled backward, stunned.

The first howl came at dawn. It wasn’t one of ours. It was guttural, wrong—like something dead trying to remember how to sing. The sound cut through the morning mist like a blade, silencing the forest in a single breath. Birds stilled. The wind died. Even Nyx went stiff in my chest, ears pinned back, hackles raised. Mara burst into my cabin a moment later, still half-shifted, her eyes golden and wild. “They’re at the eastern ridge,” she growled. “Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.”

Today's research had been beyond draining, adding to the fact that Maura is extremely bubbly, she basically wore me out with her endless talk. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant murmur of voices. My footsteps were soft, padded against the wooden floor. The last thing I wanted was to run into anyone and exchange unnecessary pleasantries. Then the air changed. A sharp scent—metallic, primal, feral—hit my nose, and my feet slowed. Just ahead, the door to the courtyard was cracked open. Every part of my being screamed to turn back, but for some reason, I felt a strong pull. I inched forward, drawn by something I couldn’t name, and peeked through the gap.