Hounds Backrooms Novels & Stories

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

But he had speed, and he had three minutes of godhood burning in his veins. He turned north, launching himself toward the city of Arusha, leaving a trail of scorched asphalt and sonic booms in his wake. Inside the Deep Warren, the fragile peace was shattering. The massive, cavernous reservoir echoed with the terrifying sound of rending steel. The three Hounds had bypassed the heavy iron floodgates entirely, using their hyper-dense claws to literally tear through the basalt walls of the drainage vents. They dropped into the civilian tiers like demons falling into hell.

It was much easier to slide down a smooth stone than climb back up it. When they finally made it back to the rocks where the girls had started earlier that day, they followed the trail the girls had left heading toward the forest. They made better time in the forest, gaining ground from their speed but their exhaustion was hitting a peak. They had been awake almost 24 hours, the prior day they had only slept about five hours, and the week leading up to The Hunt had been similar. They normally would keep going, they were built to thrive in tough conditions, but The Hunt mixed their alpha instinct to catch prey with their male instinct to mate and the constant assault on their senses was exhau

I grabbed the handle and tried to open it, but it seemed locked. The sound reverberated in our ears for a long time. A musty, dank order sneaked into my nose. Weeds of dark leafy were clinging on the roof, due to which any person would faint. The house's walls showed black decay with various names written on them with red ink or blood. Stains of original paint indicated the house's prior affluence. The fresh blood of humans covered the corners of the doors with tiny black spiders thread towards their loot. It reflected a royal yet haunted image as if Kings and queens lived here for centuries.

Dad looked stricken. Scillian opened his mouth. His eyes gleamed, snagging on something behind us. I turned – The hallway behind us was full of wolves. Wolves I didn’t recognise. Wolves from Greyhide Canyon and Sable Stalker and Bloodpelt Prowler. Wolves that were grinning, their jaws lolling open.

Just a few minutes of walking and we are now in front of Domlur, the gate is still there but the atmosphere, the surroundings, and the color of Domlur scream doom. We immediately hid in a wooden cart not too far from the gate, we scanned the whole place and it seems pretty quiet and there’s not a single werewolf guarding the gate. Like it wants them to allow hunters to come in. “Easy,” Rendall muttered and slowly stand up. “Rendall! Come back here,” I whispered. I know it is suspicious, but at the same time, I also think that this will be easy. “There’s no guard,” he said as he carefully walks near the gate and scan its lock.

After thinking it over, I got in the car. It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour. Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated. By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight. I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said, “If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.” A bitter smile curled at my lips. “You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”

Behind the exhibit’s main hall, the air smelled of paint thinner and electricity. Jordan slipped between storage crates, clutching the flash drive like a lifeline. The faint hum of the emergency lights painted everything in ghostly red. He could hear them behind him footsteps, steady, unhurried. They weren’t trying to catch him fast; they were cornering him. “Jordan Mends,” one of them called out, voice low, almost casual. “You’ve been busy. Uploading things you shouldn’t. You’ve made powerful people… anxious.” Jordan didn’t answer.

"Where is she?" I shrugged. It was obvious to anyone that I was the only one with my computer screen still turned on and illuminating my face. His question suddenly sounded a little dumb. The next day, when Lacey appeared at the company, she was immediately stopped by Xavier at the door, who had waited up for her all night. He sniffed around Lacey like a bloodhound. Then, his expression turned dark almost at once. "You weren't at the company last night. And this smell didn't come from our home. Where have you been, and what did you do last night?"

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.