Hounds Backrooms Novels & Stories

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…"

The guard’s gun hit the floor as my fist connected with his temple, and he crumpled. “This way!” I shouted, catching the faint scent of wolves on the air. My chest tightened at the thought of what we’d find. Silas slammed through the next door, and the sight before us turned my stomach. Rows upon rows of cages. Steel and glass. And inside— Werewolves. Their faces were gaunt, their bodies battered, some barely conscious. The stench of blood and fear was suffocating. Silas didn’t hesitate, his voice cutting through the sounds.

Riley stepped in front of me like a shield. "Get this through your head, Kenneth—Alyssa will never like you again!" Kenneth staggered up, wiping the blood off his split lip. His eyes locked on mine, and a slow, creepy smile crept across his face. "Alyssa, you will like me." Not in this lifetime. I wasn't just done with him—I was going to destroy him. I remembered a housing project his family started but left to rot after six months. The development was a ghost town, and hopeful buyers were stuck in limbo.

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

I returned to the place I had left only half a month ago, but it felt like a lifetime, my home. When I opened the door, a sour, foul smell hit me. The place was a complete mess. My parents and Dylan looked haggard and worn-out, as though life had sucked the color from them. The moment they saw me, it was like I had become a savior. Light exploded in their eyes. Mom lunged first, arms wide, trying to hug me. “Henry! My son! You’re finally back! I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please forgive me!”

I say. “Agreed, but it can’t come from us. We can’t have alphas looking our way, songbird,” he warns me. Shit, he is right. “I sense something alive in the back room, but otherwise it’s empty,” he adds. We go to the back together, and Caleb opens the flimsy door. It’s a long room, and the back wall is filled with cages. The cages are all broken and dirty, and it stinks. The doors are all open except for a few at the bottom. I try not to look at the piles of bones and red dust in the open cages as I head to the closed ones.

They are such annoying, intelligent creatures to deal with. As I looked into the battle once again, I was horrified by what I saw. Broken and sliced bodies of my minions litter the ground, they weren't able to resurrect entirely because of the endless assaults of the hounds. However, their immortality doesn't seem to do much to deter the invaders. Several distorted hounds loom before me, walking on four legs, their bent lower bodies are grotesquely bulked, and their heads are connected. Having sharp curved claws on their feet, they tore through the defences of my minions with ease.

The rusted hinges shrieked in protest. The interior hit my senses like a physical wall. The air smelled of stale, spilled beer, cheap tobacco smoke, and the pungent, musky odor of wet dog fur. Dim, flickering fluorescent tubes cast a sickly yellow glow over the crowded room. Dozens of scarred, hardened rogues stopped drinking and turned their hostile glares toward the entrance, their hands drifting toward the concealed weapons hidden beneath their leather jackets.

' It really did look like a drugged out rabbit pushing through an overdose after running on crystal meth for two days straight. Despite Mortis's unusual appearance both he and Theodore struck a proud pose standing side by side. Elise couldn't help but feel this had been diligently rehearsed time and again by the pair. "You know what, I don't have time for this. How's everything going over here?" The members of The Hounds had already cleared the gate house killing any soldiers they found. But no one would've ever guessed there had been a struggle to begin with. Mortis was actually the only person standing in the open. The hounds had cleaned up any blood and bodies hiding them away within the