Hell Hound Puppies Novels & Stories

Vincent stared at the book “I figured out what Riley is” I turned to her “She is a hellhound, you can check it yourself “ Vincent was still staring at the book, and I decided to look too “Hellhounds carry the punishment of their ancestors past” Cyrus said as he looked at the book In the book, I could see the image of a beast with fire surrounding it. There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound

The ground beneath our paws thudded as we ran, the scent of pine and damp earth filling our sensitive noses. As we entered the dense foliage, we felt the claws of our pursuers closing in. Our wolves exchanged a glance, determination flickering in our eyes. We needed a plan. A hidden cave provided the shelter we sought. Blood dripped from our fur as we huddled in the darkness of the cave, our laboured breaths echoing against the cool walls. Wounded and battered, we knew we couldn't keep up the fight much longer. We listened intently, hoping to hear the distant roar of engines and the thud of our parents' rescue team. But for now, the only sounds were the distant howls of our pursuers.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

"She's not yet turned eighteen. Her wolf is not mature enough to recognise her mates." Neither male understood it, but they had known from a young age that the future Queen of Hellhounds was their mate. They could only guess that it might be because of the fact they were hybrids, or it could be because of some other reason. Being the first of their kind meant they were on their own figuring out what it meant to be a hybrid. What they did know was that they would do anything to protect their mate and had been waiting patiently until she was old enough to recognise them as her fated ones.

Jonathan tone went from happy to concerned and deadly the moment he entered the room seeing a obvious hellhound puppy getting pets from his obvious Allena. "She's so precious, can we keep her?" Allena looked up as the hellhound curled up in her arms while purring with contentment. "Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself." Jonathan hoped his lover could see reason. "She's too cute to hurt us right baby. Isn't that right girl? You're too cute to hurt us!" Allena crooned at the hellhound as she rubbed her ears, and she purred as her tail wagged happily.

I knew nothing about these creatures. I looked back down at my file. Names, creature types, hybrid classifications. I couldn't help but notice that even though every one of the recruits was a Dark Hounder, most of them were hybrids. A mix of pure wolves and other species—wolf-fae, lycan-wolf, sorcerer-wolf, vampire-wolf etc. The range of it surprised me. Dark Hound seemed far more open to interspecies relationships than Silver Moon, which obsessed over pure blood and treated outsiders, especially humans, like dirt. And yet Dark Hound, with all its brutality and reputation, was clearly more advanced and stronger.

The creatures Diana said tore my people to pieces on the Duskborne’s doorstep. I was scared to think what I would produce if I mated with the original Hellhounds. I was even more scared when I presumed Valefar had added them into the mix to find out exactly what I would produce. Some vicious hybrid with insane powers that Valefar could weaponize, no doubt. But the original Hellhounds - the black dogs of Hell - were more beast than human. Would I even be compatible with them? I felt sick to my stomach. “What about this one, Diana?” Valefar asked as he rapped his knuckles against the naked chest of a surly and burly man. Werewolf, not dog, thankfully. I found it funny how he sought Diana’s inp

Humans, his family, have done much worse things to our kind. They have stripped us and killed us from inside out yet, here he stood without a single scar on his body. I moved closer and buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. It was….. incomplete. Everyone had their own unique scent but all humans smelled the same way to a good extent likewise Vampires. Humans couldn't pose as Vampires and Vampires couldn't pose as humans. They might try to blend in but we would be able to tell the difference using their scent.

“That depends on what you can do, fox.” Amanda calms, taking a deep, restorative breath. “Facts about hellhounds aren’t well known. Not many people survive an encounter with them.” “Has anyone ever killed one of them?” A dark mass passes the hidden entrance to our hiding place, slow and lumbering. I bite down on my lip as it lingers, its body shimmering golden in the moonlight. Its proximity briefly sends a spray of light into the cleft. I look at Amanda, neither of us willing to breathe as the creature–something shaped like a lion–paws and sniffs at the ground only feet from where we’re hidden.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”