Mirage X Bloodhound Novels & Stories

The words erupted from my chest in an intense, predatory roar. But her scent had vanished. Rain began to pour, interfering with any chance of tracking her trail. When I caught the smell of danger nearby, my fur bristled. I closed my eyes and heightened my Lupine instincts. There were rogue wolves lurking within the forest. More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound.

The Council’s most ruthless hunter. And it was already tracking their scent. The first scream tore through the camp like a knife. Rio bolted upright as silver-eyed vampires rushed past the window. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. “They’ve found us,” Odessa hissed, her crimson coat swirling as she unsheathed twin daggers. Claude’s voice roared outside. “TO ARMS!” The Bloodhound struck like a shadow. Seven feet tall, its black cloak shredded by thorns, its pale, eyeless face framed by a mane of tangled hair. Long, jagged claws gleamed in the firelight as it tore through two rebels in a single swipe—one headless, the other split nearly in half.

The room got quieter in the specific way it did when everyone in it knew something and nobody wanted to be the first to say it. "Level 5 Inquisitor," Garrett said. "Yes." Marcus swiped to the next frame. The image was grainy, night-vision footage, but clear enough. There was a figure moving ahead of the lead vehicle. Not walking alongside it—moving in front, on all fours, loose and low to the ground, nose tracking the air. "And that—" "That's a Blood-Hound," Xander said. It wasn't a question. The Blood-Hound stopped at the edge of the road and lifted its head. Even through the camera, even through the static and distance, you could see the moment it caught something.

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

Haden said. Mira did not look at him. She kept her eyes on me. “I am a Mirage. You said it yourself. I can split and morph. I can learn a scent and breed it into my skin. If I take enough of your blood and your scent and your manner, I can be close enough. It will follow me instead of you. I can run it in circles forever. You can finish the bond with your mate and lock the gate.” I stared at her. “That is not how this works.”

I stepped closer to Silas, my gaze unyielding. "You spent years trying to track Cane. And you tracked him down in the city. But you won't find the Blood-Hounds... they aren't like the wolves you’ve hunted before. They don't have a scent you can follow, and they don't move in patterns you can predict. They stay where no one goes." I saw the flicker of alarm in Silas’s eyes. He didn't know about the sub-levels or the "Veins," and I wasn't about to tell him. I wanted him to feel the eyes on him every time he walked to his car or sat in a restaurant.

I delicately lifted my paw as if to shake Drew’s hand, ‘Oh my you are one well-trained boy’ He shook my pay enthusiastically and Jack hid a smile, ‘He’s awful big Sir, is he one of those dang hybrids my parents have been telling me about’ Drew was rubbing my ears as he spoke and Jack deliberately spoke loud enough for those around to hear, ‘Hybrid’s? Well I guess you could call him that. Sirius is a Wolf-Dog bred purely for Military purposes. He is stronger, faster and much more intelligent than any German Shepherd.’

Only the moment her gaze found his, she took a sharp and surprised intake of breath as she noticed their peculiar deep violet color, two entire universes seeming to exist within them as instead of two black pupils, millions of tiny stars shined, one brighter than the other. She had never seen a BloodHound from this close before, hence her amazement. Time seemed to stop as she simply stared up at him, a mild breeze gently ruffling the longer and light brown locks at the top of his head, his flawless features completely emotionless...until he eventually started to lean closer, making her tremble with fear. "N-no...please..." She whimpered, taking another sharp intake of breath as she could fee

I take glance to my rearview mirror to see a midnight black wolf, he's fighting with the rogues running after me awhile ago. I step on the break, making a screeching sound of my tires. I stopped in a halt and get out of my car. The rogues are now out of sight probably all dead. The midnight black wolf come running towards me, I prepare myself in his attack but instead he stop in front of me. I stare at him, studying him. His mouth dripping with blood, not his blood but from the rogue. Then I turn to see his eyes, does mesmerizing Aqua blue eyes.

That scares me more than rage ever could. His control has always been a dangerous thing. “Still careful,” I mutter. He pauses at the edge of a park, eyes scanning, not with magic, not with power, but with patience. Tools in his jacket. Old ones. Updated ones. Silver hidden smart. Scents masked. Traps thought out. This is not a man guessing. This is a man hunting something he already understands. Something he knows is here My chest tightens. “Who are you after?” I whisper, even though he cannot hear me.