Mirage X Bloodhound Novels & Stories

I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation. Alpha Red's eyes locked onto mine, and he spoke in a low, deadly tone. "There's a problem with the bloodhound.”

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

They had the intelligence of a ten-year-old human, were fiercely loyal, fearless, and had extremely sharp senses of smell and perception. An adult Bloodhound could grow to 2.5 meters in length, with a long tail, extremely developed muscles, and a large mouth. The tip of their mouth was shaped like a cone, with narrow jaws and two rows of sharp teeth, capable of incredible bite force. Bloodhounds had no fur, only smooth and incredibly tough skin. They had excellent digestive and healing abilities, rapidly recovering from injuries through consumption. Bloodhounds, along with hunting falcons, had accompanied the Gendaya for thousands of years, from their fishing and hunting days to the present,

So instead, she could only watch as the Rogue lowered itself, getting ready to pounce on its victim. Mira screamed and scrambled backwards when she noticed the monster inching closer through the blinding smoke. Then like in slow-motion, Nueva could see the wolf lunging forward with its jaws wide open. Everything was happening so slow that Nueva had time to think, why aren't the Rogues affected by the Wolfbane poison?

My little scuffle with my wolf causes me to miss part of their conversation. Suddenly, Mirah stops fighting me and perks her ears. Then I hear it. A blood-curdling scream filled with fear, anguish, and a hint of regret. Yes, I actually can detect and separate different emotions. Maybe that is Mirah's attribute. Without a second thought, I dash toward the group anger consuming me. How dare they come to our territory and hurt my people. However, my legs fail me when I see what was happening. None of the strangers are doing anything. It is actually Scarlett scratching and biting Sky. Mirah takes over and as always I have no recollection of what happens after.

Weakness was the last thing they needed. Quickly, to stop more loss of blood, Mira tore a large piece from her shirt and wrapped it gently around the ghastly wound. That should help for a while. Also, they couldn’t take any chances. The wolves could detect and follow a scent for miles, and with blood, it would be way easier to trace them. “Wait, I’ll drive. Just tell me where I have to go,” Mira said with a tone meant to silence any objection from him. Hugh was badly hurt and she had to step up to be the strong one now. That was no time to play the damsel in distress.

Mirage held the spellbook firmly in her hands and her eyes were filled with vengeance and death. There were no signs of Xaden which made me panic even more. The king was also vanished, but I did see our warriors trying to fight the bears, and failing miserably. “Mirage!” I called out to her, trying to get her attention. I spoke over the wind from the storm and the chaos that was going on around us. For a moment, I didn’t think she heard me, but then her eyes turned to my direction and narrowed. “Please! You have to stop this. I thought you wanted peace!”

I whispered, barely making a sound. Georgina's icy laughter sliced through the air. "You're going to meet royalty, Luna," she said mockingly. "The Rogue Queen has been dying to meet you." "Take her," Georgina commanded, her voice crisp and authoritative. Two of the rogues moved forward, taking me by my arms. I struggled feebly, my vision fading as tears filled my eyes. Then Georgina and Layla climbed back into the car and drove away, leaving me behind. As the rogues pulled me in, my gaze met that of the red wolf standing tall in the darkness. Despite my failing strength, something about her felt strangely familiar. My heart was racing, not only from terror but also from the spark of recognit

Jebediah had found his way back without explanation, wearing a satisfied expression and carrying a small jar of something dark and preserved that he set down and did not offer to share. Emmett was halfway through a drumstick when he remembered. "You called me a bloodhound earlier," he said, looking at Lord Nikolai. "When I arrived. What did that mean?" Lord Nikolai and Jebediah exchanged a glance. It was brief, the kind of look that had a full conversation packed inside it. "You are a Bloodhound, Emmett," Lord Nikolai said, setting down his cup. "A warrior-breed, wolves engineered through bloodline and conditioning for war and annihilation. Highly perceptive, driven by an instinct for confli

he whispered. He crouched, fingers brushing the nearest print. It was warm—too warm—and tinged with red. When he lifted his hand, his fingertips glistened with blood that glowed faintly silver. “Gods,” Mireya breathed behind him. “That’s not human blood.” “It’s hers,” Kaelen said. “She’s bleeding.” “Kaelen, listen to yourself,” Mireya snapped. “Even if she survived, if the mirror realm touched her—she’s not the same. You can’t just chase a ghost through that storm!”