Hounds Backrooms Novels & Stories

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-”

The front door would still have a guard, but the back door was unguarded when I checked the feeds. Just like I thought, the back door was super easy to open. I made my way into the club. I could hear cries of booing mixed with annoyed grimaces. I made my way through the crowd and jumped up into the cage. If everything were running how it should, then it would be just a few seconds until the power came back on.

“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.

But what made him pause were the hounds. The first time he saw them up close was when the hunting party came to his forest. They were rabid, snarling monstrosities that would have ripped him apart on command. He cocked his head to the side and tried to figure out what he was looking at. They were the same hounds, alright. But they looked like pups. Kittens. They sat at the back of the cage, and a few whined when Layla walked in front of them. Rebecca pressed something on the wall, and all the glass doors slid open.

Annie watched without compassion, his blood running down her face as he fell to his knees before falling sideways, the spurts of blood now smaller as his life force drained away, a red lake expanding round him as he lay twitching on the concrete. Hugh and Lennox had reached Edinburgh and Hugh had gone through the list eliminating properties on the list that were residential, he ended up with a short list of four. He pulled up G****e maps on his phone and went onto street view for each one, he was looking for frosted windows with bars on the outside. The first two were not the right buildings, they were too modern and there was no ramp going into them. The third one he looked at jumped out at

Then everything starts making sense and my blood runs cold. The recording starts in a dim room decorated similar to the BDSM room back at the penthouse. Everything is similar, but there’s something suspicious about the room on the screen, something that sets my teeth on edge. There’s a dark, sinister air around it. Suddenly, the camera navigates to a man kneeling on the floor face down with both hands cuffed behind his back. He’s completely naked save the black briefs that cover his thick, flaccid cock. Even before the camera shows the tattoo on his back, I already know who it is. Bhyron.

"Tristan!" Nothing. Fine. Be a dick. I follow him across the compound into the back lot where he keeps his hounds. The kennel building is more of a dungeon than a dog house; Concrete walls cracked and water-stained. Small barred windows caked with grime. The smell hits me before I'm even inside: wet fur, piss, raw meat, and something darker. Something that reeks of violence and teeth. The door groans when Tristan yanks it open. I slip in behind him before it can swing shut.

I feel the panic start to rise up in my chest and between running for my life and trying to keep calm well it's becoming difficult, no Calm down Bree this is just a dream I tell myself. A dream I’m dreaming and any minute I’m going to wake up, that seems to be short-lived when I feel something hot blast right past my face, holy shit that felt very fucking real, what the fuck was that? I reluctantly peer over my shoulder and instantly regret it, there are at least 8 people screaming and chasing after me. Where the fuck am I? And what do these people want? As I’m running I pass a sign that says Welcome to the city of Houndgrave known as the home of hell hounds. WHAT THE FUCK i scream out loud,