How To Get The Bloodhound Fang Novels & Stories

The Hellhound scratched at the door leaving claw marks all over the glass. She looked around the greenhouse trying to find anything to help her. Just her luck as she went into the greenhouse that was for food and healing ingredients. She grabbed a shovel and braced herself as the Hellhound continued to slam against the door. The glass broke into a hundred shards as the Hound ran through and made a beeline for her.

But, under his bravado, I saw him searching for my eyes in the eyes of my borrowed Alpha wolf. Through her I stared back at him. Hunter lowered his head slightly, his dark hair swooping forehead and veiling his face as he said, “Come on, I’ll let you. Use those wolf fangs – right here.” He tapped the artery in his neck. “That should do the trick.”

he yelled at me. “The fang!” I immediately remembered the fang, so I decided to go back inside while he was fighting the wolves with his pack and Aries. There were too many of them, so it wasn't impossible for them to get the fang back from its room. This fang couldn't be stolen because I will also use this to kill him at the right time. My left leg was bleeding while walking into the room where the ancient fang was placed. I tore my clothes to cover the wound I had on my leg.

I did a couple of tricks and struck him hard. He seems lost of energy as he started panting and his moves were losing speed. This is the time! I used the opportunity and started scratching him all over his body. I don't want him to die so easily. As I planned, limb by limb! His fur was now drenched with his blood from my scratchings. I didn't scratch deeper but just enough to draw blood by breaking his skin. I bite hard into his damaged foreleg near his shoulder and pulled it hard. He howled in pain and fell when his limb had disconnected from his body. The blood from his vessel drenched my fur. I spit his foreleg from my mouth before his face and circled him with predator look.

It caught Calhoun across the shoulder, tearing skin and drawing a spray of dark, rich blood. The courtyard suddenly went silent. Someone had actually drawn blood from the Bloodhound Alpha and there will be a price to pay. Calhoun stopped. He reached up, touched the blood on his shoulder, and looked at his red stained fingers. A low, guttural sound began to build in his chest, a sound that wasn't human, and wasn't even entirely wolf. It was the sound of a demon. "You shouldn't have done that," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I never did scream— or shift, and he had kissed me after. I turn and start to run. I don't know why I'm running but every blood cell in my body demands that I get as far away from him as possible. I know I don't get far enough when I slam into someone but before I can jerk away, the person is grabbing my waist, keeping me stable while his scent breaks me out of the muddled state my brain was trying to drown itself in. Cedarwood and spices. I slowly look up, realizing that Damien Bloodhound is staring down at me— and he looks very angry.

Dark and thick werewolf blood spurted out onto the wet stones below. The hound shook its heavy head while trying to rip Kael’s arm right off his body, but Kael did not back down or let go. He used his free right hand to grab the beast by its neck and tried to choke the life out of it, but the creature's skin was simply too tough to crush. I did not hesitate for a second. I did not let the agonizing pain in my collarbone stop me. I stepped forward into the struggle and used all the remaining strength in my good right arm to drive my silver tactical knife straight into the hound's glowing green eye.

“Don’t you dare hold back, wolf.” Ronan snarled and gave him what he wanted. He hooked Elias’s leg higher, changing the angle until he was hitting that spot inside that made the vampire cry out. Elias’s eyes rolled back, fangs sinking into his own lip as blood trickled down his chin. Ronan leaned down and licked it up, the taste exploding on his tongue and making him thrust even wilder.

The vampire screeches as the hound’s fang pierces his eye before being cut off with a gurgle as the hound tears his neck. Helpful little dogs they are; maybe I should breed my own. I take a staggering breath as Adonis, and I leap back into the chaos, continuing to tear apart the vamps. The extra moonlight the Faes cast has started to dim, making me wonder just how long we’ve been at this.