Hounds Backrooms Novels & Stories

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

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?"

- Tom meows again, this time rubbing my leg. Even though I want to get upset with him, it would be impossible, I am in love with this fur ball that does nothing but eat, poop, pee, and beg for food. In fact, I must admit that he has already rid me of a few rats and cockroaches, although they rarely appear here. - Let's go eat. - I call out to him and glance out the window, I see Justin on his back, but naked. I salivate and feel my legs weaken.

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

Elias urged me to pack up and take away Aria's and my belongings that day so that he could clear up the rooms for Larissa and her son to move in. Since I had no objections, I immediately followed him back to the house to pack things. After all, I wasn't planning on living in that house again, even if I managed to secure the ownership. When we opened the front door, there was no one in the living room. Then, we heard the sounds of someone moaning coming from Gabriel and Rhonda's room. A soft female voice said flirtatiously, "The plan for Tommy's organ transplant fell through. You need to come up with another plan…"