Mirage X Bloodhound Novels & Stories

she muttered to herself when she heard the voice of a particular wolf rogue that she’s been eyeing. ‘There on your twelve, your crush is coming.’ ‘Work.’ “So, I’m his crush…” Mira thought as she walked inside the cafe toward the cashier while she was secretly listening to their whispering conversation. The privilege of being a vampire with high sensitivity in hearing. Mira knew that they were rogue wolves and she didn’t care about some old fashion creatures there thinking about them. They were just dwelling in one place and coexisting and none of them knew that she could hear what they were whispering or thinking about.

it said. My fingers trembled as I flipped through the pages. And then I saw them. Red eyes. Pale skin. Unnatural strength. No pain. No fear. It described them exactly. And the name written under the picture chilled me to the bone. "Bloodhound." I sat down hard on the wooden chair, heart racing. Bloodhounds weren’t just rogues. They were created. Twisted with dark magic. Loyal to only one thing: the one who made them. I read faster. According to the book, the bloodhounds were wiped out generations ago. But it also said something else. Something worse.

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.

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 kind of sound an animal made when it was fighting itself. I turned the handle again and stepped back into the room. Mirage was standing at the window still, but his posture had changed. His hands gripped the sill so tightly I could see the tremor in his knuckles. His shoulders were rigid, his head slightly bowed. And when he turned, I froze. His eyes-those silver eyes I had memorized-were bleeding into red. "Mirage..." My voice cracked. He flinched. His gaze darted toward me, wild, unsteady, as though he hadn't expected me to still be there.

Michael Whitlock POV; Spirit walkers are powerful among other wolf packs. This is one of the first things that they learn at a young age, and as they grow older it becomes more common. They could destroy entire armies in the blink of an eye and still stand proudly, as if they were never even in the field to begin with. They are not only strong but also smart; they are very well trained and have excellent senses. They can sense a person' location from miles away. There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids.

It was at this point that the hole or cave or whatever they were inside, resonated with the howl of the lone wolf again. Mira knew it was the same wolf but it's howl was more ferocious this time, more hostile. " Mira, back off. Mira come here. " Kian was desperately yelling at the figure of the wolf, slowly appearing from behind the shadows. He still couldn't look ahead properly. His eyes and head was a murky mess of thoughts, emotions and feelings. In the meantime, Mira watched, almost petrified as the wolf took small steps towards her. His fur was stained with blood and there was blood dripping from his fangs.

My Swift. Off white wolf with a hint of golden. He is so beautiful. Perfectly my match. Standing by his side, he is just my height but a bit slim. I am deep blue and he is offwhite-golden. The sun rays shining on his fur creating a hollow on him. I am just mesmerized. He came to me trotting on his feet and I can see he is happy. There is a hint of mischievousness in his golden eyes. And before I could proceed, he licked my face. A deep wet lick. And ran away.

Looking at the boiling pool water, a look of doubt slowly appeared in the Mirage White Tiger's eyes, and its voice gradually turned discernible in the cave that was gradually engulfed by the blood-red light. "I think his bloodline comes from there… However, such a noble bloodline… Why would it appear in this place… Moreover, he doesn't seem to know anything…" After some time, the Mirage White Tiger's voice disappeared in the cover filled with the blood-red light. In that instant, only the thundering sound of the water bubbling could be heard in the area.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."