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

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.

He took me to the car and started asking me questions. Cop: “What is your name?” Me: Mira. Cop: Where are you from? Where were you kidnapped? Are you in any threat? Me: (weakly) Free city, please. I need to get to the hospital. Cop: We are used to these tricks. You are not getting away till we carry out proper investigations.

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?”

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.

Mira climbed the stairs to the third floor, she sniffed her clothes and grimaced at the thick smell of smoke before knocking. The door swung open after a few minutes of knocking and Chloe stood there in oversized sweatpants and a cartoon t-shirt, her hair a mess, and her eyes half-closed. "You look like shit," Chloe said, giving her a quick once over. “And smell like a shit…I didn't think your suicidal self will try to set yourself on fire.” Mira nodded “Yeah, I did a lineage test online and saw that I might be a, or related to a hellhound, thought I might confirm.”