Book Hounds Novels & Stories

Shama said throwing the book on her bed. She went to the balcony and looked at the garden. Ansh was standing there in the sunlight. Shama stared at him. All the beautiful nature faded in front of him. Only Ansh was visible to her. "So beautiful." Shama said looking at him. Just then Ansh looked at her from the garden and smiled. Shama quickly went inside the room. Her heart was again beating fast. It was like an alarm which is warning her of something. Shama slowly walked towards the bed and peeked at the book. She crawled her fingers towards it and grabbed the book.

She tilted her head, and looked over at him quizzically. “I didn’t realize dogs had their own written language…what are you reading about? The best howling techniques?” She laughed as she said it, but she kept examining the book. “I’m sorry hun, there are no pictures. I think they save those books for when there are children on board. I can read this to you if you’re interested.” “Do you two ever stop?” Luca said groggily. He turned in his seat and pulled the pillow over his head to drown out their noise.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

A horn sounded in the distance—a deep, vibrating tone that made my blood run cold. "The Hunt," the Elder wheezed from the ground, blood leaking from his ears. "The High Council has released the Hounds of the Void. They won't stop until the Beast is returned to the pit." Rowan grabbed my hand. The black mark on his neck flared. "We need to move. My estate has ancient wards, but they won't hold the Hounds for long." "I'm not running," I said, looking at the approaching red storm. "This isn't running," Rowan said, pulling me toward him until our chests pressed together. "This is regrouping. You’ve just awakened. If you burn out now, the Beast takes over completely, and Kaima vanishes forever. I

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

Yet, we were still no closer to getting rid of Derrick and the rest of his band of sadistic followers. Percy held out a hand, pointing to Noah. “Trent tells me they were a lot of strange creatures at your pack.” Noah nodded, not before Amber’s hand slipped into his as if she was trying to give him strength. I ground my teeth, my wolf stirring up inside me with jealousy and anger. “Yes,” Noah replied. “I don’t know what they are or where they come from but they call them hounds. From everything I have read, hounds don’t look anything close to what these things look like.”