Novel & Cerita Hounds Backrooms

"None of us are going to let that happen." A handsome blond man defended me from pimps who had followed me inside a grocery shop what seems like a lifetime ago. He escorted me to his workplace, the Cerberus, where one of the regulars had given the proprietors a nickname: the hounds, after the three-headed beast who guarded the underworld. Dan, Finn, and Jade were the owners. As I stand in front of a black table covered with more weaponry than I've ever seen, I see what the hounds' purpose is and why they won't tell me their strategy.

I came through the private gallery, the heavy oak doors slamming against the stone walls with a violence that made the remaining guards jump. I was a vision of carnage. The midnight-blue silk was stiff with dark, crusted blood, and the war-paint on my cheekbones was smeared with the soot of the Old City. Behind me, the twelve Ghost Hounds moved in a phalanx of silent steel, the rhythmic clank of their armor the only sound in the cavernous room. Two of them carried a heavy, sodden burlap sack. They didn't set it down. They waited for my signal.

The dark hair on his chest was matted with the dirt of the ridge, his claws extending from his knuckles with a wet, heavy click. From the dense spruce forest behind the split boundary stone, the first of the invaders appeared. They were massive, twice the size of Silas’s timber wolves, their bodies wrapped in thick plates of dark iron that had been bolted directly into their flesh. These were the Iron Hounds, the selective breed of the Southern Council, raised in dark caves and fed on nothing but raw meat and sulfur to make them hate their own kind. Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges.

I received the code of Anders wanting to talk to me, so I retreated to somewhere I was sure no one would hear me or sneak up on me, and opened communication. “I think I have bodies here,” said Anders. “Seen any?” I asked. “No. But I can smell them. I think they’re underground.” “Want me to get your six?” “Better safe than sorry.” “What’s your position?” He told me, and I made quick work of eating the distance between us. Once there, we moved quietly inside a building not unlike any other infiltration I did tonight. Inside, I got a whiff of decay. It was definitely decomposing meat. I also got something Anders probably didn’t get. That same type of bone-chilling feeling I got at the creepy bu

There were too many ladies that coveted the position as the Young Madam of the Long Empire! Who knows how many dirty deeds those ladies have done in order to just meet his boss! All of them, there was not a single one he could trust to allow him to willingly let them marry his boss. While they were looking beautiful on the surface, the face underneath was filled and ridden with ugly scars of menace. The scars coming from them participating in an unofficial all-out war for the position as the young madam of their empire. It truly stumped Fu Chao on just how thirsty and ugly ladies could get when they were competing for something. Though, he would rather reiterate that his boss was a human, no

Something that smells of Hell. He stomped the ground with his paw as he turned his nose to the wind. Aiden lowered himself slightly to the ground. Amira climbed up onto his back and he let his nose guide him. He bounded through the forest that was now his hunting grounds for himself and his people. His home. "Should I call Dante and Willow? Do you think we need back-up?" She asked him, but he tossed his head. Not until we get a closer look. Have your gun ready.

They were massive, slab-sided beasts of muscle and chrome, designed to hunt down escapees with the relentless precision of a clockwork nightmare. I froze on a ridge. The sound was coming from the ravine, a treacherous stretch of land half a mile from the camp. "Dammit," I hissed. I told myself I was just going to check the disposal method of the human. I told myself I needed to see if she actually had any physical intel on her person before the Hounds shredded it. I lied to myself all the way to the edge of the ravine. The smell hit me first: it smelled like rotten meat, metals and a drug that I couldn’t pinpoint the smell or I was unable to pinpoint the smell cause the state The girl was in

“Is there a reason you’re trying to make me feel small? I don’t back down that easily.” “Hm… wasn’t thinking of it.” “Really? Then what were you thinking about?” “Maybe later. Now isn’t the time to talk about it. How long will it take for you people to get here?” “Oh, the Hounds will be here in the next two or three hours, and they come bearing food, gents. Hilda’s cooked and packed some spare things from our Christmas Fare. So, eating will be good.” “The Hounds?” Hal looked up from his computer for possibly the first time since she entered the room and dropped the information on them. None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered.

The operator was disdainfully annoyed. “Yeah, I am,” Aislen replied. “Because I’m pretty sure that it’s a skull. Like, of the human variety. And there’s this rather cool metal box that went with it, full of pornography of the underage sort… Kiddie porn, not kidding, of the graphic kind.” “Where did you say that you were?” The operator was paying attention now. “Oakridge road, Havermouth,” Aislen leaned on the shovel. “They can’t miss me.”

“You'll lose most of your abilities once you step into Kraxuris, or any kingdom you don't belong in.” “Yes, I know.” Hilda nodded. “What?” Keondra frowned. “It's okay.” Hilda assured her. “Well then,” He loudly hit the door two times with a fist. “Let's go, get in the back.” “What is in the back?” Keondra curiously asked. “Supplies.” Hilda said and waited as the trunk slowly opened on its own. “Beasts!” Keondra gasped and stepped back. “Get in or I might change my mind.” He loudly said.