How To Get The Bloodhound Fang Novels & Stories

Something is blocking me. The helplessness I feel is disorienting. I don't know what to think, I don't even know how I'm supposed to react. I step back outside, bare feet crunching on broken glass, and the night wind hits me with a scent that stops my heart dead. Her blood. Cassie’s blood, bright and copper-sweet and wrong, wrong, wrong. Nox rips control away from me before I can blink. My bones shatter and reform, skin splitting, fur exploding across my body. In less than a heartbeat, I'm back to my wolf form, stronger and more desperate than I have ever been.

But when we stepped out and was able to see the horrors unfolding, I couldn’t help the shock that managed to break through my fighter's block. It was an image out of a horror movie, blood littered the floor from the dead and injured, people were attempting to get as high as they could away from the hounds who wanted nothing more to attack them. Scattered limbs lay all over the ground from people that unfortunately, couldn’t get away in time. The four hounds I’d raised since they were babies prowled the area waiting for someone to slip, which told me it was now or never. With a big breath of air, I scream. “CONGELAR!” I scream with such power and intensity, my voice echoed through the land ca

A dog! I grabbed her hair as she was trying to get herself free from my hold. Little did she know about how stronger I was than her. Little did I know about how strong I am. Her throat looked quite appealing to me, and in no time, I felt my fangs getting bigger and bigger. I lunged at her and then started drinking her blood, drop after drop, under the shouts and gasps of all the present ones. I didn't stop, not intending to stop until someone pushed me away.

Most likely I'll be administering the antidote before the night is over. Marinah's feet move quickly while she circles one hound keeping it between her and the second. Bending low, I run past and swipe the hellhound that is stalking Marinah low in the peroneus tertius, right above the ankle to slow it down before I crash into the third hound. Its claws rake an inch from my jaw before my sword finds home and I jump back into the melee with Marinah.

I raised an eyebrow. “My scent? What are you talking about?” He stood up walking closer to me til he was right in front of me. I sat back in the chair, as he leaned over me. “Oh, I’m sure you know very well what I’m talking about?” He breathed out, putting his fangs on show. I gasped with wide eyes. He smirked again. Ok, that smirk was starting to become a little irritating. What should I do? Should I continue trying to play dumb or should I tell him the truth? I sighed heavily. I guess there is no point in me continuing to keep lying.

Then the floodlight caught blood. Finn stepped into the yard with his right hand and forearm soaked red nearly to the elbow. In his grip, held high enough for all to see, gleamed the ugly little proof of victory. A tooth. More human than animal to my eyes, but pointed just enough to matter. Just enough to sit between old wolf heritage and the present in a way that made it feel real. His face was marked too. Blood from a wound above the brow had dried down one side of his temple, dark against skin made ghostly by moonlight and triumph.

The fury over Knet's betrayal eats at me. Kill, my Beast grumbles. We agree. At the hellhound facility, Marinah has Elright bring out a small group of hellhounds. She removes a special whistle from her pocket and blows into it. The hellhounds, in their specially constructed pen, turn their attention to her with snarls and swiping claws that can't reach her from behind the barrier. She blows two short bursts into the whistle, and they move as one unit to the left. "Elright, bring our reserve whistles out here."

I dip my nail into my fleshy palm, breathing in and out to calm myself. I want more. More of their blood. I'm hungry for their blood. My nose flares up, black veins pop out of my skin as I snap up my head. My eyes snap to the one sleeping on the bed, her chest rising and falling under the wear she wore. I want to tear it apart and take out her heart. Drain her blood that's busy pulsing through her vein. I release my claws, my canine teeth growing up into a fang. I just need to get there and satisfy my urge!

Its attention was now entirely on me as it lowered its head, growling at me. The hellhound was ready to drag me with it back to where it came as it lunged forward with a speed rivaled by that of a vampire. I pulled the surrounding shadows, catching the hellhound midair as it jumped towards me. I hurled it hard and fast, making it hit a tree in the distance so hard that it knocked it over. The ground shook, and the woods came to life from the sound of the fallen tree.

Right now they were black, which meant she was in a mood. “Did you finish the ritual preparations?” Fenris asked. “Almost. I need one more component.” She held up a vial filled with something that glowed faintly gold. “Wolf blood is easy. I’ve got plenty of that from your… recruits. And I can harvest moonlight during the full moon, obviously. But I need something from the bonded pair. Hair, blood, a personal item. Something that carries their essence.” “And how do you propose we get that? The fortress is locked down tighter than a virgin on her wedding night.”