Book Hounds Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.

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