Mirage X Bloodhound Novels & Stories

I said, hoping to interrupt the verbal sparring. "Yes," Alexis said. "But we have seldom crossed paths. I am aware of only two or three instances when a shape-shifter has made his appearance known to a vampire, and each time it was when the animal shifted back into human form upon death. Your Wolf Pack is the only one that can be identified by vampires. Your Wolf Pack will be the first to be destroyed once the Elders decide to strike. But your Wolf Pack is the only one that can even hope to locate the rogue werewolves because you do possess a power that we do not." His eyes shifted back to Paul, who had refused to sit. "And that is the power of a bloodhound that can sniff out the whereabouts

The chase had begun. Marina's pulse quickened despite her careful planning. This was no simulation, no rehearsed performance. The magic of the Blood Moon Hunt was ancient and wild, calling to something primal in every wolf present. Her hybrid nature responded with frightening intensity, shadow magic crackling beneath her skin like barely contained lightning.

The effect of the association will be stronger on her because she is human. However, you can feel her blood flow and fill her neck When Zayn saw her like this??? He tightened his limbs with the force of the curse. That was his fault, as he was mocking his opponent, and lenient with him!! "When you let Mira" John shouted forcefully to swallow his saliva when Zayn 's eyes turned dark black, but it was not any color, it was worse and in the middle of it were red ball points that express his extreme anger! wolf's anger

POV RUBY The silence of the abyss was no longer empty. It was pressurized, heavy with the presence of the thing tailing us through the subterranean currents. On the sonar screen, the signature was a pulsing, ethereal violet—a mirror image of the light that lived in my own veins. The Cónclave hadn't just built a hunter; they had engineered a bloodhound that could track a soul through four hundred meters of rock and freezing water.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I glance at the open page in a book next to the papers and begin reading. ‘The blood red wolf is always the first born female of the Drexel bloodline. They have no scent which makes it difficult to track them, however a birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon behind their left ear identifies what they are. Last known blood red wolf, Hannah McKay. Mated to Henri Lavigne of the New Moon Pack in France. Hannah disappeared after Henri died. Cause of death is unknown. New Moon pack no longer exists, members whereabouts are unknown. Upon Hannah’s disappearance she was known to be pregnant, gender unknown.’

I patted his back and pulled him off softly. “Gerald, can you drive?” I asked a rhetorical question. I can’t allow him behind the wheel in this state. “Did you drive here?” I rephrased. “Peter”. He managed to say. I walked with him till he got to his car. “Thank you Harry”. He held my hand. “Gerald, don’t do anything till I say so. Mira is a time bomb, one wrong cut she will explode everywhere”. I explained carefully. He nodded and tried to lock the door but I stopped him. “Gerald, you are not alone in this. If she wants to bring you down, I will be dragged. I concealed a crime”.

His mind was way too occupied during those moments. “And the fact that she’s the baby’s new nanny, and the fact that she’s your mate and the fact that she’s human!” “Oh. I was going to tell you.” Draco raised his eyebrow and Gabriel shrugged. “Eventually.” Draco scoffed. “Well, when I saw her in the hospital, I managed to get a good sniff of her.” Draco was a bloodhound. A special rare ability a handful of wolves had. It made him valuable as his beta. “And?”

I shifted into my White Lycan. “Ready Xyla?” “Yes, let’s kill this mutt” Xyla said letting out an enormous growl. Without wasting time, the rouge charged at me, I dodged him, the wolf crashed into a tree. The wolf briefly whimpered before making an attempt to bite my neck. I immediately moved away and bit into its front leg. He let out a whimper of pain that I could hear. The wolf hit the ground and that when I use my claws and scratch it across his stomach. Blood was oozing out, I bit into the throat of that wolf until I heard a snap of the bone. My white fur became stained with blood as I pulled away.

I’d been thinking about the mirror long before the siege. The Blood Mirror wasn’t just a relic. It was Moonbane’s last thread to its origin. It had once belonged to my mother, the former head of our house, and it was one of the few artifacts that could allow her descendants to speak directly to Morgana, the first pureblood werewolf.