Hell Hound Novelas e Histórias

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

Adolescent in their terms was anywhere from toddler to twenty, which was the age of adulthood for their species. Fun fact: they had seventeen Hellhounds. Eight of them were puppies from their newest litter. Hellhound lifespans were anywhere between two and four hundred years. They were considered mature when they reached ten years of age. It seemed very little time in comparison to the length of their lifespan, but it was important that they matured quickly so that Hades could pair them with their charges. If their charge was not in their pack then Hades would ensure that they found their way to them.

00:02. Ben hit the Enter key. "BAD DOG!" Ben yelled. The Hound froze in mid-air. The red lights on its collar turned blue. The countdown stopped at 00:01. The Hound landed heavily on the platform, inches from Ben's feet. It sat down. Its mechanical tail wagged once, stiffly. "Did you..." Hailey stared, wide-eyed. "Did you just hack a werewolf?" "I... I reprogrammed its IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) tag," Ben stammered, his knees shaking so hard he had to sit down. "I told it that 'Self' equals 'Target'. It... uh... it thinks it's the enemy."

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.

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.

He handed the small liquid bottle over to the hooded man. The hooded man gripped the bottle tightly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desperation and malice. "Are you sure this will make him go all out?" he whispered fiercely, staring at the clear fluid. "This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us."

I said with wide-opened eyes as I stared at the big black dog. He sneered, making me flinch. If I moved, he would attack me first. Sweat beads formed on my forehead as the hellhound approached me slowly. "Haley, come slowly to me," Scott said and motioned with his hand for me, I shook my head, scared of the hellhound. As the hellhound took a step towards me, I walked back one step until he growled, making me freeze in my place. Suddenly a circle of fire surrounded us, tearing the hellhound from walking any further. I sighed with relief as I saw the hellhound return to the forest.

Aarohi's POV: "Brownie stop. I am already tired now…" I whined at my dog , as he was continually licking my face making me laugh hard. Cureently I was in the living room and was playing with browine when all of suddenly the door bell rang and one of the helper went to the door. As soon as the living room's door opened , my eyes directly met with his pitch balck orbs. I gulped and a sudden wave of emotion hit me . After that day when I snapped at him, I was crying very hard. Becoz of my hormones, I was feeling very emotional without any reason, but I was not guilty for saying any of those things to him.

Everything else basically sat in the middle of the spectrum. I brought the rim to my lips and tipped the contents back. The blood washed over my taste buds which had an immediate groan of pleasure sounding through the room. Hellhound blood was the most unique type of blood I had ever tasted. It offered sweet notes when it lingered on the tongue but instantly shifted to a burning sensation when it hit the back of my throat and entered my stomach. A Hellhound was essentially made of fire, hence, their blood carried the burning attribute of fire. It was similar to alcohol, except, it didn't intoxicate me.

Those damn eyes. Allie remembered the first time she saw a Hell hound. A shudder racked through her body as she remembered the screaming, the pain-filled moans, the struggle, the horror on everyone's faces as soon as disaster struck. She could recall back to the emotional pain, and oh, how young she was when the Omega first discovered what it was like to hurt. To lose. To hurt in ways, you shouldn't at such a tender age.