How To Get The Bloodhound Fang Novels & Stories

My paws hit the ground hard as I pick up speed, following the scent of smoke and blood and Silverfang wolves. The anger burning in my chest is so intense that I can barely think straight. I break through the trees at the eastern border and see them. Five Silverfang wolves are circling around old man Henry, one of our elderly pack members. There's blood on the ground and Henry is injured, trying to defend himself but losing. I launch myself at the nearest Silverfang, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and taking him down hard. He yelps and tries to throw me off but I hold on, shaking my head violently until I taste blood.

And still, the bond throbbed, a constant pulse of fire in my chest. One of the Shadow Fangs, larger than the others, lunged at me with reckless force. I sidestepped, pivoting on powerful haunches, and struck him down with precision, crushing his chest with the weight of my shoulder and sinking my teeth into the exposed flesh. My wolf howled with triumph, but I forced him to stay silent, to obey my control.

“Eve, that's blood!!” I didn't hesitate, or think twice. The doctor was still busy loading the syringe and I knew this was my opportunity to quench this mad hunger. Unleashing all the power I had left, I pushed his hand off and went for it, dipping my teeth or even fangs into his neck, I drew in as much blood as I wanted to quench my thirst. He pulled me off. “Calm down girl…”

But Darian’s calm never broke. In fact… He began to laugh softly. “So it’s real.” The rumors. The prophecy. The Blood Alpha heir. He reached into his coat slowly and pulled out a small silver whistle. The symbol of the Black Fang Pack was engraved along its surface. Darian lifted it to his lips. And blew. The sound cut sharply through the battlefield. Immediately the remaining Black Fang wolves snapped back to attention. A massive wolf stepped forward from the enemy ranks. Larger than the others. More powerful.

Power surged, eager and restrained only by will. I backed away from the window. “I don’t want this.” You survived without wanting it, my wolf replied. You’ll survive with it. A scream echoed down the corridor distant but sharp. Then another. My head snapped up. My wolf surged forward, alert and hungry. I smelled blood fresh, coppery, wrong. The door burst open. Mara stumbled inside, a gash across her arm, blood soaking her sleeve. “Stay back,” she barked then froze when she saw my face.

She was out here. I squinted through the field of blood and bones, and I saw her and Tyler warding off the new hounds that were heading for the pack house. A hound took advantage of my distraction and plunged toward me, and we stumbled down the path. I bit into his hind limb and he howled in agony. Swiping my claws at him, I ripped off his fur. I slammed him into the earth, pinning him with my paw and snarling at him. I ripped a chunk out of his jugular and left him to bleed to death.

When Fane chose the energy hound, the other four beasts turned into nothing, and energy turned into an image of the energy hound. The energy hound solidified very quickly. It let out a howl that filled the whole arena. The next second, the hound dropped from the air. Fane was on the south side while the hound was on the north side. The two of them looked at each other from opposing sides. The energy hound bared its sharp teeth as its blood-red eyes viciously stared at Fane, looking like it was prepared to bite into Fane's throat at the next second! As it howled, saliva could be seen dripping from its teeth.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

The Council’s most ruthless hunter. And it was already tracking their scent. The first scream tore through the camp like a knife. Rio bolted upright as silver-eyed vampires rushed past the window. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. “They’ve found us,” Odessa hissed, her crimson coat swirling as she unsheathed twin daggers. Claude’s voice roared outside. “TO ARMS!” The Bloodhound struck like a shadow. Seven feet tall, its black cloak shredded by thorns, its pale, eyeless face framed by a mane of tangled hair. Long, jagged claws gleamed in the firelight as it tore through two rebels in a single swipe—one headless, the other split nearly in half.

My paws pounded against the hard concrete as I didn’t think I just jumped. One of the wolves had something small in it’s mouth, something like a pelt, no… a black fox? It was limp as he tossed it to the side and gave me a snarl. I returned by clamping my mouth over his biting with a force that ripped is nose from is face. The taste of blood, bone, saliva, all fueling me to release and clamp down on his neck tearing a chunk out and allowing him to collapse. Where is Freya? I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned.