Novel & Cerita Hounds Backrooms

A thickly accented voice queries. Charlie furrows her brows, she glances at Bulky who stares at her intently, "Er... What? Excuse me?" The voice at the other end of the phone sighs noisily before replying, "I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. Tristan Denvard and my... patient is currently in Steinfield, precisely around your block. I've called up to 24 houses looking for my client. You're the 25th house and 25 is my lucky number, I hope." He mutters the last part.

Or rather, looking for someone. As Mira walked further, she spotted several corpses of hellhounds that Cohen shouted in the mind link earlier. Then, she was greeted by ferocious growls. A pack of ten hellhounds came out from one of the rooms, turning their head in her direction. It was the zombie version of a black wolf. Mira could see the skull and the rotting flesh coated its sharp teeth, and its ribs were exposed just like half of its head. Blood was dripping from its body, staining the white floor of the hospital. "A demon wolf against a pack of hellhounds," Mira smirked, cracking her fingers. "What could have gone wrong?"

It wouldn’t always be an illusion of what she secretly wanted to see here, currently, she was happy, so she was seeing things that made her happy, but should someone cross her or she gets upset, she will see Hell for what it really is. “Home, sweet home,” I said as we approached my Victorian-era style home. Abby’s face was somewhat surprised, “It’s…beautiful…” She said and I chuckled at her. “Come on, I want to show you inside.” * * Damien had his hand on my lower back as we walked up to the all-black house. I dreaded what I would find once inside his home. More of the Hell that Damien knew and loved with shackles and more burning ember to walk on. I took one last look at the sky above me an

“Well I do not think we need to know about the reason why but right now, all we have to focus on is how to get whatever information we need to get out of them.” “Orion was able to communicate with the houndras and he was even able to get them to coordinate themselves. We need to know what he did.” “well what are we we waiting for? Why don't we just get straight to business. Take us to your houndra closet—” …………………….. The gravel crunched underfoot as they all walked toward the enclosure. The scent of damp earth and cut grass was thick in the air, a familiar smell that reminded them of a late summer day;it was sad that they could lose it all in a couple days.

By the time they found him, he was crouched on the side of the road, shaking with fear at the sight of a stray dog. Since then, dogs had become Parker's greatest fear. I couldn't believe that the very person who had caused his fear would have the audacity to give him a toy dog as a gift. I wasn't sure if I felt more anger or disappointment. Setting the box aside, I said calmly, "Thanks." Beatrice looked at me with a puzzled expression. A moment later, she seemed to remember something and said, "The power's out at Maxwell's place, so I'm having him stay at our house.

"You looking tonight. Just got a twink walk in here like 30 minutes ago. You might kick it off." "Nah. Not in the mood tonight. Are there any goods in the backrooms?" He nods and that's where I'm headed. The backrooms are rooms specifically for insane orgies and drug abuse. I enter one of them and take a seat on the cum soaked chair. Someone is handing out pills and I'm not too shy to take 5. He tells me they're strong and 5 isn't healthy. I ignore the warning and swallow them with my beer. Nothing happens so I reach out to take a joint. 2 steps and I'm crashing on the table. The others laugh at me. I'm laughing at myself too.

Harridan Hamlet, Dread Country Chavias was making the long trek to Dread Country. Evening was drawing close. As customary the demon had sent Chavias to raid Harridan Hamlet on the edge of Dread Country. Knowing by now they'd have a healthy stockpile. Chavias caught the scent of a dead deer in an alleyway behind some booths. The slightly rotted stink of it immediately drew the attention of the demonic dogs, Targue and the demonic rodents, nonis, with him.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

The freckles seem to become more prominent and Siobhan glanced at her as she said, in awe, “James Bond’s gun?” Hila sighed and snapped, “It’s easily concealed,” and handed the young woman the magazine. A sound, slight but heard easily in the still dusk, made them fall silent. “Back door?” asked Hila in a low whisper. Siobhan jerked her head. “But it opens into the unused alley at the back.” And then, as a thought struck her, she went on, excitedly, “It’s very narrow, like real narrow.” They looked at each other. A plan hatched in Hila’s mind as she smiled slightly.