Hell Hound Novelas e Histórias

I answered and adjusted my posture. "Hunters are advised to attack at noon when the sun is high up in the sky, so the light can be used as an advantage. Hunters should only engage vampires at night when it cannot be avoided. Blessed oil is most preferred to blessed water because it doesn't evaporate quickly, it burns into their skin, and a little can go a long way. As for the bullet, it has to be prepared by the hunter to be sure of its purity and the blessing inscriptions," I explained.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

“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.

RILEY The faint, rough warmth of something wet dragged across my arm, pulling me from a deep, pain filled sleep. I blinked against the darkness, my whole body tightening as I prepared for the worst. Had they found me? My pulse quickened, but then I saw it—a small figure close to me, a brown shape in the dim light. A dog. My mind pieced together its name from fractured memories. Scout. That was what the human had called it. “Hey, you,” I whispered, my fingers slipping into its warm, thick fur. The dog’s eyes gleamed back at me, the only comforting glow in this hollow basement.

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

“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.

Before we get to them, they will flee and with their Elderwood and Tyler's strange blood, it would be difficult to track them. His eyes flickered over to the the wooden box James had brought in. The Siever was useless now since Tyler's blood was missing its human Scent. Once again, our hands were tied. "Go to sleep, Tiger."

The memory of Selene's body flashed before me as I dug my claws into him. He roared in pain and leaned up, his sharp teeth pricing into the flesh on the side of my neck. I rolled off him, blood spurting from my neck. "Mila!" Both Lowell and I paused. There was no mistaking who's loud, powerful roar that belonged to. Lobo was here. I stumbled backward, my back hitting the chair. I was holding onto my neck but the blood was rushing uncontrollably. The door burst open just as I shifted back into my human form.

Its attention was now entirely on me as it lowered its head, growling at me. The hellhound was ready to drag me with it back to where it came as it lunged forward with a speed rivaled by that of a vampire. I pulled the surrounding shadows, catching the hellhound midair as it jumped towards me. I hurled it hard and fast, making it hit a tree in the distance so hard that it knocked it over. The ground shook, and the woods came to life from the sound of the fallen tree.

The moment he did, it became visible. It was massive, with black fur. Nicholai had ripped it into two equal parts. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Its bones were outside, and I’d never seen anything like this before. I’d heard of hellhounds, but I never thought I’d actually get to see one. My stomach churned. Tara screamed, her hands covering her mouth. I instantly turned. The desperate hellhound moved once, twice, then went limp. Nicholai didn’t flinch. This horrific sight didn’t faze him once. He moved over the corpse, breathing heavily, blood running down his cheeks and chest as he glared into the empty space next to Tara.