Greyhound Novels & Stories

“I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?” Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.

I even refuse to admit that I liked that he always seemed to find me when I ran. I watched him warily as he slept. He was on his side, his paws away from me and his back against my side. I’m a little jealous of his coloring. I’d love to have those red highlights in my fur. Instead, I’m stuck with the basic family gray, with streaks of brown. Not white, like Mina and Ray, or gold, like Rina, but brown.

Hikaru sneered. "Look," Aisha pulled her shirt down to reveal Tristan’s golden mark on her collarbone, a beautiful gold flame. "He replaced Brody’s mark, by claiming me as his Luna. That negated Brody’s mark completely. In order for the mark to remain, the wolf who claims another, has to have a stronger Wolf Spirit, Tristan’s Spirit is as old as Rex’s is. Jo had no chance of forcing me to be his claimed mate." Aisha spit.

She freely spends her money on her dog and whatever new boy toy she picks up for the evening because she has no children. Mrs. Morales is the only one in the condo who does not have a purse dog, such as a miniature poodle or a yappy Maltese. Trixie, her giant German shepherd, had to be hers. Trixie, she swears, is just a puppy, but the size and heft of the bulldozer-like pet indicate otherwise.

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

That was when it occurred to Horth that this particular odor was different, a sort of musky smell that continued to waft past his super-sensitive nostrils. The Worgan, who possessed the capability to hibernate for a hundred sunsets of necessary, had fastened itself to the overhead, an excellent location where nothing was likely to stumble on him. His skin, which could replicate nearly any background he chose to place himself against, was metallic gray. He sniffed, sniffed again, and felt hunger flood his body.

"It was an insignia of an eagle. The mark of the House of Wales." Her eyes went wide as she watched Anthony put his hands on his pockets and walked away with Pug.

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

She lifted her face to the sky and called for her mate. Trentity wolves have a light greyish fur with black tips on their paws, ears, and nose. Usually, the wolf and human share the same color eyes. Another tell-tale sign of what we are, as if it were necessary. Within a few moments, an enormous reddish-brown wolf with yellow glowing eyes was in front of us. Roxy moved closer and rubbed her body against Rafe's side.