Return Of The Iron-blooded Hound Novel Novels & Stories

VALERIA The book fell from my hands and landed on the floor with a thud. The last time I was this petrified was when I was hiding, watching my parents being murdered. And I felt like because all things were pointing towards the same thing happening to me, getting killed by a werewolf that hated the existence of vampires for some reason. The feeling of someone touching my shoulder had me jerking away, triggering my instinct to fight. But it was just Marcello's concerned face that I saw when I turned. His eyebrows were furrowed as he observed me carefully, then he asked,

Jax I couldn't help but reach out and touch her. She is most likely covered in bruises under her jacket. It's no secret that her father is a drunk. The way she turns around and glares at me with her green eyes through her square glasses brings my wolf to the surface, but instead of cowering like humans usually do at the sight of our wolves she stands her ground not budging.

Chapter 51: The Blood Oath The rain came down in cold sheets, washing the blood from the streets but doing nothing to cleanse the night of the terrible atrocities. In the shadows of the city, Evelyn Hawthorne’s empire filled with quiet fury, the balance of power wobbling as every move was countered by unseen hands.

I felt it like a punch to the chest, the bond screaming in warning. Too close. I shoved Amelia behind me just as the predator lunged through the clearing. My blade met its claws, sparks flying as I blocked the strike. The force rattled my bones, drove me back a step, but I held firm. Not fire. Not steel. Stone. The beast snarled, snapping its jaws inches from my face, but I didn’t yield. I pressed back, every muscle burning, every instinct roaring to protect what was mine. Because she was mine. Ours. The bond wasn’t some distant promise—it was here, alive, demanding. And I would break myself before I let this thing claim her.

Dax POV The beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walk

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

He went still and fought to get off the bond. The monstrous hound came at us both and I used my right hand to shield my face in reflex, I heard a hard crunch, a pain-filled scream and then silence. Thick liquid splashed all over me and when I managed to open one eye, the hounds were tossing the guardian’s severed head from one sharp jaw to the other, eating his remains. My chest heaved. The pain in my side was excruciating.

I stared down at her—blood on her sleeve, gunpowder on her skin, the dog she loved still alive at her feet, the man who had once been only a neighbor now willing to burn the entire East Coast before he let another threat touch her. I covered her hands with mine. “Then we finish it,” I said. “Before the hour is up.” Outside, the sun finally cleared the compound walls. Inside, the last hunt of the night was already being planned and somewhere in the city, four pure-blood captains who thought they still had leverage were about to learn that the half-blood they had tried to erase no longer played by any rules but his own.

That night we each gave blood and sweat, and I knew the bond was only growing stronger. We fought for hours tirelessly, but in the end, there was a loud commanding roar, a sign of victory. I looked down at my claws that were now covered in blood, the same dripped down my chin. Bodies laid around us, mostly rogues, but some belonged to the pack, and we made quick haste to bury the dead before sunrise on my account.

Gage kicked his knee in and Rocco went down to the floor hard. “Volkov!” Lev said loudly and Rocco’s eyes widened as the large dog came running into the warehouse, his muzzle already coated in blood. “Send my regards to Conrad in hell,” Dominic said. The dog stood next to Lev and licked his muzzle as his ears twitched. “Get your piece of liver.” The dog jumped forward and Rocco screamed. He went straight for the wound, tearing into Rocco’s flesh as he tried fighting the dog off. His entrails slithered out as the dog pushed his muzzle inside the gaping wound and started to eat Rocco alive.