Novel & Cerita Hell Hound Puppies

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.

Shadow told me his name was Cain, and I should never make eye contact with him unless I had a death wish and a signed will. Then there were the groups the ones that ran in packs like wolves, They laughed too loud and Hit too hard but also Moved in unison. Shadow leaned next to me at some point and pointed them out one by one. “Those are the Hounds,” he muttered. “They backstab for fun.”... I just nodded then my gaze moved to ... I don't know the dude looks short. “And that little dude?” “Don’t be fooled,” Shadow said. “He once ripped a guy’s ear off with his teeth. He’s sixteen.”

It actually reminded me of the Siberian wolves from movies. "It's not a horse nor a unicorn," Willy laughed as he joined us. My eyes widened when he touched the top of the cage and shook it. The animal stirred but didn't lift its head. "We found it the other day in the street wounded. It's untamed and really aggressive. He's under medication while we tend the wounds, and he's been sleeping for ten hours now." "Are you sure that's a dog? Is that a Siberian? A... wolf?" I never saw one in person, but I couldn't believe they were this huge. The animal was yet to rise on its feet, and I knew it would take a lot of space.

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

“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.

His long fingernails drummed on the armrest. The aura he emitted was cold and dark and most creatures and humans were too whimsical to even go near him. A vicious-looking hellhound who was at least 8-9 feet in height and 9 in length with a sharp set of teeth was huddled on its haunches near his feet. Its leathery skin was black with hints of red along its elongated jaw, paws and head. The beady eyes that were fixated on the newcomer were crimson with swirls of gold in them. Its long ears perked up as its owner traced his bony hand along his body.

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

“Hey, if you want to be with Nate, he’s in the woods. You’ll need to take a shortcut through the back door, but he can be easily located.” “Oh, thank you!” Relief flooded her as soon as those words sank in. She abandoned the glass of water and stood up, excusing herself before storming out of the room. *** No amount of bracing in the world, however, could have prepared Allie for the sight she saw—a massive Alpha male black Hell hound. Massive. She could feel the power come from him in waves. Allie stepped over a fallen log while her eyes were pinned on scanning over the Alpha Hellhounds every move. A gasp slipped out of her as she recognised those bright emerald eyes as the Alpha ducked unde

Well, I'm not bragging but when it comes to good looks his shithead is nothing compared to my ass, I mean how much more if it was my face as a basis of comparison? I don't know what it is but for some reason, I felt a sense of responsibility to the poor innocent lives, so I snap my fingers and summon my hellhounds. They are my loyal pets. They have this mangled black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength and speed, and ghostly or phantom characteristics. Pretty cool isn’t it? With a simple snap of fingers and a distinct whistle, they instantly come to me and for more than a century of having them as my pet, just now I realized that they all have a foul odor, so disgusting I can't bear to get

(A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness ) The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is. Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of t