Hounds Backrooms Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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.

And shes there that night! “But strangely... though you are unconscious, you didn't have any internal wounds,” she added after seeing the suspicious in my eyes. She prove as he added the jade, “That contain our recent activity. The whole association hunts the rumored Lycan who cause chaos in the secluded island beneath the Thousand-Volcanoes-” I raise my brows upon the heard of it. “So what did you discover, then?” I ask just as I cut her off. She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-”

“In the real world, you are currently standing on the roof of the Sector 7 Precinct Headquarters. The physical drones are docked directly below you. Be careful, Ren. The Blackwatch network is highly active here.” Ren crested the ridge and dropped to his stomach. He unslung the Archangel sniper rifle and deployed the bipod, settling the crosshairs over the plateau. Below them, pacing restlessly among the metallic rocks, was a pack of five Steel Hounds. They were terrifying digital constructs—massive, wolf-like beasts made entirely of polished chrome and jagged steel plating. Their eyes glowed with an aggressive, neon-red light. "Standard pack," Ren muttered, scanning the targets. "Four betas.

Over the years, she had given everything up to find my killer, even having her leg broken because of that. Finally, Katrina stopped in front of a rickety iron door. This was the basement of a building about three feet lower than ground level, and it was perpetually cold and damp down there. "We're here." Katrina's voice was flat. She laboriously bent down from her wheelchair and pulled a rusty key from under the doormat. The door clicked open, and an even stronger, mustier smell wafted out. I followed Katrina into the basement. Mom and Dad took a step back in disgust, as if some plague was lurking inside.

"... Ow." Pulte was not all that surprised. Since his plan all along was to join the Wall guards, this will not hinder his plans. After talking for a while in Liam's office, Pulte decided to go back to his house. It has been a long day for him and all he want is to rest. "Ah, well then, I'm going to need to open up that room again." Since he decided to go back to fighting monsters, he's opening his weapon room where he keeps all his equipments from when he was in the special squad.

There were even some wounded warriors who refused to leave. Brutus and Thentos stepped forward and went towards the two gates leading into the garden. The blood hounds roared and their stench filled the entire level. It smelled like rotten, burned flesh and they were made that way to strike fear into the hearts of every being. Even the undead would be able to recognize them as the true and final death.