Novel & Cerita Halloween Hound

“They walk in shadow, cloaked not in fur but in malice woven. Their eyes are voids, deeper than tombs, and their breath withers hope. They need no pack, yet oft they come as one—five, ten, more—like the black wind before the storm.” “Beware, oh kin of claw and fang. When the woods fall still and the birds forget their songs; when the moon hides her face and the beasts of field flee in silence—then they are near. Bolt thy den and speak not their name, for to name them aloud is to draw their gaze.” “Let this be writ in claw and ash: the houndras cometh not for meat nor mirth, but for the ending of all things forgotten.” “That's it?” Rune asked, frustrated as he flipped through the pages hoping

“I could easily overpower you and turn the tide.” “My life isn’t enough to warrant a change in plans,” Hound retorted, a chilling chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m not holding you hostage; I’ve already killed you. You just don’t know it yet.” “What kind of madness is this?” Erlin challenged, confusion bubbling beneath his anger. Without warning, Hound lunged, his eyes shimmering with a disconcerting light, the tattoo of tears marking his allegiance shining brightly. “A seer?” Erlin’s brows knitted together in disbelief.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

And a mad one at that. The Hellhound, they called him. Even though he was important, he was known to go on certain missions with his underlings though those particular ones were usually very specific. Anyone who ever got a visit by the New York Mafia with him being there meant they had done something terrible and could not live to the next day.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

00:02. Ben hit the Enter key. "BAD DOG!" Ben yelled. The Hound froze in mid-air. The red lights on its collar turned blue. The countdown stopped at 00:01. The Hound landed heavily on the platform, inches from Ben's feet. It sat down. Its mechanical tail wagged once, stiffly. "Did you..." Hailey stared, wide-eyed. "Did you just hack a werewolf?" "I... I reprogrammed its IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) tag," Ben stammered, his knees shaking so hard he had to sit down. "I told it that 'Self' equals 'Target'. It... uh... it thinks it's the enemy."

she whispered. Rio’s gaze swept over the growing crowd—faces hardened by centuries of pain. “We have to.” From the tree line, Odessa watched him with an unreadable expression. “Valentine’s changing,” the silver-eyed woman murmured. Odessa’s lips curved faintly. “Good. He’ll need to.” But deep in the swamp, unseen and silent, something stirred. A figure cloaked in black—its glowing red eyes like embers in the dark. A Bloodhound. The Council’s most ruthless hunter.

The effect was instantaneous and horrific. The hound I had just struck down, the massive, eight-hundred-pound monster lying groaned against Cage Five, spasmed violently on the flagstones. Its coal-black hide puffed out, its bone-armor plates expanding and fracturing as its blood surged with artificial, rabid fury. Its dulled sulfur eyes ignited into a violent, blinding crimson, completely wiping away the fear my silver aura had imposed upon its mind. Beside it, the second hound let out a horrific, bone-chilling screech. The chemical mist wiped away its instincts of submission, replacing them with a blind, unadulterated blood-frenzy that turned its brain into a machine of pure destruction.

I kept my head low, pulling the dark hood of my cloak deep over my face as I navigated through the thick crowds. For years, my Alpha scent had been a shield that kept people at a respectful distance. Now, stripped of that power, I felt completely exposed. As I hurried down a narrow market street, a rough-looking Alpha carrier brushed past my shoulder. The sudden proximity sent a jolt of terror straight through my chest. My new Omega instincts flared, screaming at me to shrink back and hide. The man paused, his nose twitching slightly as he caught a stray whiff of my sweet scent, but I ducked into a dark alleyway before he could turn around. Every step felt like walking on thin ice.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.