Hounds Backrooms Novels & Stories

"They're really fast!" "Sub-level 10," Grog shouted, leading the way. "Down! Water stops scent!" They reached a rusted iron staircase leading down into a flooded lower level. They splashed into waist-deep water. It was freezing, black, and smelled of decay. "The water won't stop them!" Jack yelled over the splashing. "They aren't tracking scent! They're tracking heat! Infrared!" He could see it now. The Hounds weren't sniffing the air; their mechanical eyes were scanning the thermal spectrum. Jack, with his feverish body temperature, was a beacon in the dark.

She looked back once, watching the highway swallow the smoke. When they finally rolled into the Hounds outpost, engines echoed off rusted metal and gravel. The place was half garage, half fortress—but buzzing with life. Men moved under floodlights, tattoos flashing in the glow. They froze when they saw the two of them pull in, bloodied and smoke-stained. Dogs barked in the distance. A dozen armed men stood by the fence, watching. The Hounds weren’t known for being friendly… but tonight, curiosity replaced hostility. A sharp whistle cut through the noise.

he said flipping the top of the box off completely. Three balls of fur jumped out and rushed to us. Kaden squealed instinctively and backed off, dragging me behind him. “Stop,” he ordered instinctively. The hounds stopped and sat at his feet, tails wagging and their red glowing eyes on him expectantly. “I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.”

“Oh my God! I can't believe this!” Holding up two plates of mac and cheese, Kate looked funny as she pointed excitedly at the TV screen where live news was displaying a bold and clear headline. ETHAN HAWKINS: THE NATION’S HUSBAND RETURNS! Zia scrunched up her nose at the weird report and stood up to save her meal from Kate, digging into it hungrily. “Ethan Hawkins? What’s the big deal about him?” Zia asked curiously as she ate. Her gaze returned to the TV screen showing a reporter giving a briefing as they ran towards the entrance of a big building.

And after everything, he and Irene went to the hotel they booked for their wedding night, tomorrow, they would fly to their new home and have their honeymoon there. *** At Beverly hills, there was a very big house with flowers planted everywhere. It had a beautiful garden which had the scent of freshly bloomed roses and lilies. There was a colorful walkway from the gate to the porch of the building and with fleet of cars and power bike, “what a beautiful house and cars,” Irene said with a smile, “your father really gave us the best.” “You like it?” George asked her. “Like it? I love it honey.” A man approached them with a smiling face, “welcome ma’am, sir, I’m Lucas, the security.”

Thane then pointed his index and middle finger to the alley leading to the back area, signaling that they move forward. The men covered each other’s backs as they passed through the dank and foul-smelling passage. Although they were prepared for whatever or whoever came after them, this was far from their expectation. The echoing pitter-patter of thick liquid and sickening metallic scent threatened to overcome their senses just as they clipped the bolted back door. It was a smell they were familiar with, coming from the war. With their guns at the ready, they stormed the room only to be welcomed by a horrendous sight.

I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence. We headed out of the city and drove deep into the Rocky Mountains until we were at the gates of the werewolf compound. The guards quickly opened the gate to let us in and we drove for another half an hour down the road, passing houses and businesses until we got to the pack house. Crimson Fangs Pack was one of the largest packs in North America, and one of the most feared. Their bloodline was old, dating back to when wolves were first created. We pulled up outside of a large mansion, guards armed wi

Today's research had been beyond draining, adding to the fact that Maura is extremely bubbly, she basically wore me out with her endless talk. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant murmur of voices. My footsteps were soft, padded against the wooden floor. The last thing I wanted was to run into anyone and exchange unnecessary pleasantries. Then the air changed. A sharp scent—metallic, primal, feral—hit my nose, and my feet slowed. Just ahead, the door to the courtyard was cracked open. Every part of my being screamed to turn back, but for some reason, I felt a strong pull. I inched forward, drawn by something I couldn’t name, and peeked through the gap.

No take-backs. Ten minutes later, I was deep in filthy thoughts when my phone pinged. Adonis: I got three clear ones. I opened the images. The first: the man’s back, shutting Ana’s door. The angle was terrible, the shot grainy, but you could just make out the edge of his face. The second was clearer. He’d turned. Cigar between his fingers. Eyes narrowed at something beside him. I sat up straight. My blood runs cold. *You smell like someone I used to know.*

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.