Novel & Cerita Mirage X Bloodhound

The silver-hounds were beasts of nightmare—wolves bred with dark alchemy and conditioned to hate the scent of magic. They lunged across the frost-covered grass of the valley, their jaws snapping with bone-crushing force. Lyra waited until the lead hound was inches from her throat.

" N-o! Lea-ve m-e dammit!" Lifting him up making his feet to hang in the air. He is made to hang in front of Miraki. The sight making dread to settle in him. Miraki i.e the strongest wolf in history was an almost triple size wolf with jet black fur. Red eyes. Long barred canines and an aura that can make a pup piss. His nails were like pointed knives which could kill by mere touching. Yet the most striking thing was that mark of 7 stars on his back. Connected by a yellow light of thread.

I find a high ridge and lift my snout to the wind, pulling in every scent. Damp moss. Tree bark. Wild berries. And then… Blood. Fresh…and something else.. Fear. My lips curl back in a snarl before I even know why. I leap down the ridge, paws kicking dirt behind me. The scent gets stronger. I move faster. Then, I hear it. A low, desperate howl. Not mine. Not Eryna’s. It’s a rogue cry. Panicked and wounded. My body locks for a moment. “Kira?”

“They knew we’d be here...” I bared my teeth and cursed. Kal looked back to the Bloodhounds, the two dozen Mimics disappearing down their throat one by one until only the stain of blood was left in the snow. Even their guts and torn limbs were relished by these mysterious dark beasts.

He dropped her back onto the sheets and stepped away while Mira worked fast and the woman’s screams turned into one long continuous cry. The pup came out fast and Mira wrapped it in a clean cloth before anyone could see clearly, but the scent hit us all at once and it was wrong because it carried no trace of Kael’s bloodline and no trace of any living wolf at all. Mira’s hands started shaking and she looked up at Kael with horror on her face. “This pup is not real,” she whispered and pulled the cloth back to reveal a small, lifeless shape made of woven roots and wolf hair held together with silver thread and dark blood.

A bloodhound is a vicious breed of a dog that they use to torture criminals. But Tang Li's fast reaction and her sharp movements made her realize that the woman was not as simple as she had expected her to be.

KAI Sweeping the bright beam of my tactical flashlight across the red snow, my chest tightened. Three of our best bloodhound trackers were down on their hands and knees, sniffing the frozen ground around the oak tree. They looked completely baffled. "Talk to me," I ordered, my voice cutting through the freezing wind. "There has to be something. A print. A drop of rogue blood. Anything."

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

“Pull them back to the inner perimeter. If they stay out here, they’ll all die.” Liam nodded and took off, his voice booming as he relayed my orders. I turned back to the battlefield, my wolf howling with rage at the sight of my packmates falling one by one. Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the ground, and I turned just in time to see a massive Bloodhound tearing through our ranks. Its red eyes locked on me, and it charged, its fangs bared. I braced myself, shifting halfway into my wolf form as it lunged. We collided with a force that rattled my bones, and I sank my claws into its side, feeling its hot blood coat my hands.

I’d sooner turn myself over to the cloaked woman. I reached down the bond and mind-linked Azrael and Draco. “The mirrors! We need to go through one of the mirrors.” Draco scooped me into his arms just as the third hellhound, now almost fully formed, lunged our way. It was slow, likely because it was missing a leg, but it allowed us to make it to Orion and Azrael’s side. Both were using their magic to hold the hound back, blasting it with moonlight and the elements themselves. I could tell their strength was waning from the sweat that slicked their foreheads, and from the brittle rage within their eyes.