Book Hounds Novels & Stories

Simeon's eyes suddenly widened as he nodded enthusiastically. Ah, I think I know just the book, my Luna. Odessa's eyes perked up at this. Finally, something. I don't know the content of the book, only caught a glimpse of it. It's hidden away in the depths of the library. It's said to contain stories of wolves with extraordinary abilities. Odessa's ears perked up, her heart racing with excitement. Bring it. I think it's the one, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Simeon scurried off, walking loudly through the narrow hall of the library.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

"I was going through some of my father's old books, the ones that speak of wolves. I came across a new one that was hidden deep within the back of the library underneath a mountain of his old books. See, the wolves have been quiet for the past few months, not attacking villages or livestock, and I was hoping to figure out more. The book was filled with information like I had never read before. It was obviously information that very few are privy to. It might very well be the only book of its kind." "And when I opened the filthy, cracked book, I came across the most interesting drawing on the inner cover: a human with horns protruding from its head, glowing eyes, and claws. The caption to thi

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

The night creatures shrieked at him, and collectively attacked. “What’s happening?” Selene asked Archibald, who was walking beside her. The muscles on his bare torso were taut with alert. He was constantly sniffing at the air while watching over the darkest part of the forest. “Ghouls,” he answered quickly. “The creatures seemed to have smelled you and are now trying to attack. Perseus intercepted them to keep them away, so there’s nothing to worry about.” Selene should have felt scared but somehow, the presence of these two werewolves – regardless of her feelings towards their kind – made her feel at ease against the dangers lurking in the dark.

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

Whoever did it had been merciless. People began whispering that the dungeon boss was sending a warning. I kept my head down. Victor had told me to sleep in his room the night before, but he never came back all night. I didn't tell anyone. After all, someone had just been killed, and everyone was on edge. One veteran even pulled out a rare item called the Specter Scanner, which could detect monsters. My heart nearly stopped. I might look human, but underneath, I was still a monster.