Halloween Hound Novels & Stories

However, if they barked, Hades would be back here in seconds and he would be facing a dire situation. He barely had ten minutes left. If he did not risk it, then he would be trapped in this realm forever. Same thing as dying. Taking a deep breath, he drew closer and vaulted over the short fence. He was now within the tree's vicinity. The hounds had begun to circle around the tree, six pairs of bleak large eyes watched him steadily. His face was unfamiliar to them, but his scent was that of Hades, their master. They were in a state of limbo, seeing someone different but unable to attack.

I look up and smile. The closer we get, I hear a growl and stop in my tracks. Holding my hands out, stopping everyone behind me. “What is it Rosa.” Charlie asks. “Don’t fucking move.” I say as I straighten and whistle. “What are you doing?” Charlie panics, but I ignore him. When from the right of us I see them. I smile as four of them run towards me. Their fur is deep grey, their fangs are on display. Their heads large the giant hounds of Hell. I drop to my knees the closer they get. They snarl, bark, and snap their jaws, feeling the icy bite of death as they circle the group.

“You’re like the other big star of the episode, along with Brandon, remember? And we’re all invited. You, me, Amy. You coming?” “You fucking kidding me? I’d rather die!” The surprise pushed one of her eyelids up. “Why not? Don’t you wanna see Brandon again?” “With some blonde by the hand? Again? Thanks, but no thanks. Anyway, I couldn’t go even if I wanted to. Halloween is the biggest event of the year in Pennhurst, so I gotta go lend a hand. I’m expected to be there the day before, on the 30.” “Fuck you, Fran. You can’t miss this over a night in the middle of the rubble—”

Zora stood still, staring at the thing before us. "That's a Shadowhound," she murmured. The thing let out a loud deafening screech. I had to put my hands over my ears and even then, the sound still rang in my ears. "What are Shadowhounds? Is there anything I should know?" I yelled, as the thing advanced towards us.

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

This is a trap. Grrrrr... A low growl sounded from all directions. Dozens of pairs of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. Grave Hounds. Revira backed away slowly, hugging Ardan tightly. "Don’t be afraid, son." The largest Grave Hound stepped forward. It sniffed the air, its eyes fixed on Ardan. The faint scent of Moon Blood was highly tempting to it. "Go away!" Revira yelled. The Grave Hound leader roared, then leaped to attack.

*"The Hound is here." The other Kelly pales. "Already?" --- **The Hound** On deck, the ink-sea is boiling. A creature surges from the depths-a amalgamation of drowned leviathan and First Wolf, its fur matted with tar, its jaws unhinging to reveal a throat lined with human hands. *"Dissonance,"* it growls, its voice the grind of tectonic plates. *"The Convergence claims its own."* The crewmates attack, storm-steel claws sparking against the Hound's hide. It swats them aside, its gaze锁定ing on Eden. *"The Songbearer dies. The loop continues."*

Tonight, would not be one of those times. The hound between them rolled to his belly and laid his head between his paws, closing his eyes. He looked as if he were drifting off to sleep, but the two friends knew that the hound’s senses would remain on high alert allowing the two friends to relax and enjoy the night air. There was nothing out there that was stronger or scarier than a hellhound. He was what the things that went bump in the night feared. “I’m just deciding what the next ones that we should get together should be.” Celeste motioned to the empty space on her arm between the other tattoos.

"The Star-Gate is at 90%." Suddenly, the tunnel ahead exploded. From the dust, four massive Hounds emerged. They were ten feet tall, their bodies a horrific fusion of wolf-flesh and chrome plating. Their eyes were solid red sensors, and their jaws were lined with laser-cut teeth. "Terminals detected," one of the Hounds said, its voice a synthesized howl. "Commencing deletion." "Marcus, take the others around!" Silas yelled, his shadow-spear igniting in his hand. "Elara and I will handle these!"

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.