Book Hounds Novels & Stories

I go to the library where I see Abner Brooks. “Ahh, young Morgan, I’m not surprised to see you here.” He gives me a genuine smile. “I came to look for books on word alchemy, I’m not sure what or if they have any here.” “They do,” He bobs his head in thought, “Not a whole ton but Bear Clans are very spiritual and keep many records of Witch Alchemy.” He leads me to a section in the back and shows me a bookshelf of old and dusty books that look like they haven’t been touched in centuries. If at all. “Knock yourself out, let me know if I can be of any help.”

She slowly and gently closed the door. “Looks like I got a mouse in my study,” a man stated. Debbie whirled around to see a tall white man with thick, dark hair standing next to a bookcase. He had his arms crossed over his chest. Her mouth dropped open. She didn’t know whether to run out or introduce herself. His head tilted to the side as he examined her. “So, little mouse, what are you doing in my study?” “Um, well, I . . . I . . . Would you believe me if I told you that I was looking for a book to read?”

“Yes, but let’s say that in this situation, the person you’re feeling is not a bear.” She raised her eyebrow. “You don’t have to be a bear to be a sleuth member. I have several humans in mine, and I can feel them. Anybody that the Alpha Boars and Alpha Sow view as part of their sleuth will eventually build the same kind of bond the existing sleuth members have.” “Oh,” I said, lowering my head to hide my frustration as doubt started to creep in.

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.

I sighed, letting the book drop—but then a couple of sheets stuck out from some page in the book, and when I took it out, I fixed my eyes on the drawings, and certain familiar words. “Dale plant…wolfsbane…werewolf…spare…hunters,” I muttered these words, partially reading in my mind. My heart skipped a beat each second, as I grabbed the book off the floor, there were more stuffs in there… Just then, I heard the sound of a gun cocked behind me.

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

He needed an advantage. His eyes landed on Hailey. She was holding the Ouroboros Compass, shaking it like a broken remote. "Stupid thing!" Hailey cried. "It's spinning like crazy! It hates the dogs!" "Wait," Jack said. "It reacts to them?" "It's going haywire!" Hailey showed him. The needle wasn't pointing North. It was locking onto the nearest Hound, vibrating so hard the glass faceplate was cracking. The Compass tracked magical energy. But these Hounds were tech. Unless...

The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines. I read the book somewhat unwillingly until one line caught my attention which caused all the hair in my body to stand up immediately. "Once again I'm warning you, Heil is not what you are thinking. His brain is more active than the normal human and he can see your past once he looks into your eyes. Trust me, he is a human, not an animal. I hope my first 30 pages would have cleared your doubt." What!! Heil is not a human!!! It's a monster. I saw that with my own eyes. The book is totally shit!!