Mirage X Bloodhound Novels & Stories

He hit a memory. He found himself standing in a forest that no longer existed - the primeval woods of the Old World, where the first "Wyrd-Blood" was spilled. This was the Ancestral Mirage, a sophisticated psychological weapon designed by the Veil to exploit the genetic trauma of the werewolf lineage. The Symphony Conduit was using Xander’s own DNA as a map, dragging him into the dark highlights of his ancient heritage.

He said, taking the water from her. "Anna." Xandros pushed the door open, and Mireille immediately stood up. "Thank Goodness you are here. Xandros, can you feel her wolf?" Mireille asked. At the spell of blood, hidden things were meant to show. "What?" Xandros looked at her. "Her wolf?" "Yes." Mireille asked. Everyone looked at Xandros. "I feel something, but it doesn't quite feels like a wolf." "That's because she's an hybrid." Mireille whispered underneath her breath.

It became Mira's duty to kill these hellhounds before they could cause more damages. Mira charged to the first one, grabbing its fleshy head, and smashed it against the wall. The other hellhounds started to run towards her. Mira continued to charge to the hellhound one by one. Her clean clothes were tainted with the hellhounds' blood. Her claws were dripping with blood. Mira growled as her claws were slashing her targets as fast and hard as she could. The hellhound kicked her, sending her towards the wall. Wiping the blood from her mouth, Mira chuckled as she stood up. Her skills were a bit blunt after she didn't go hunting since her pregnancy. But it didn't matter. She could always sharpen

I drop the last ladder as my boots land on the floor. I find dry land and put him there. “I can't fight what I am,” he whispers. “I can't.” A tear slips down his cheek. He looks immaculate even with our present situation. The scent intensifies again, but now it's thick, sweet, and heavy. Above us, the hounds start barking, the Omega heat has peaked, and boots slam against the pavement. Voices shout commands out to the hounds. They are genetically engineered wolves bred by the academy, creatures that can smell a drop of blood.

The smell of blood lessens the further I travel from camp, mingling with a new scent–something even more metallic–magic. The hunters weren’t lying about seeing a hellhound. Because there was a hellhound. Only, it’s dead now. I shift back into my usual form and adjust my dress in a rush, my mind spinning over the figure lying still in front of me. Warmth radiates from its mutated form. This hellhound is more wolf-like than the others I’ve seen. Almost a cross between a rogue and a regular shifter; its body is lean and strong, but its facial features are all wrong. Its eyes are huge and extremely far apart. Its mouth is wide open, three rows of razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

“Jasmine’s evidence. Bloodhound’s running liquid silver — and it’s been bigger than we thought.” I stuffed the drive in my laptop, my jaw taut. “What’s on it?” I said, more sharply than I intended. Caspian was my brother in everything but blood, but his timing sucked, my wolf was still unsettled at the safe house.

I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation. Alpha Red's eyes locked onto mine, and he spoke in a low, deadly tone. "There's a problem with the bloodhound.”