Hell Hound Puppies Novels & Stories

Adam yelled at the strange beings. “WHERE IS THE BOY, WHERE IS THEO, BRING HIM!!!” The hellhounds chorused as their eyes transformed to a shade of pure yellow, their body began to burn with fire as their clothes melted leaving them with just their under wears, claws crept out from their fingers and nails and fangs grew from their teeth as the room was filled with extreme heat. “What the….. fuck, run!!!” Harry yelled and the latter turned to run but an hellhound moved at an incredible speed as he appeared before them.

I commanded with a cold smirk on my face. Venus was inside her cell immediately. We had already tested out these specific cells and knew that her abilities would work in there. I had no idea if it was because of her species or because she was bound to me. Either way, it was a great tidbit of information to hold in the palms of our hands. Our Hellhounds were the aces up our sleeves. “Hellhounds are marvelous creatures,” I murmured appreciatively. “Their psychic abilities exceed those of many species. You’ll give us the information willingly, or my gorgeous Hellhound here will do that for me. Your choice.”

"Were JETs always this dangerous? Or is this year special?" ¤ ¤ ¤ Someplace away from them, a youth was engaged in a battle with a three-headed hound. The hound skin was the darkest shade of black, while his eyes were oozing deadly yellow hue. The hound's claws looked so sharp that they would cut the steel in one swoop.

I answered and adjusted my posture. "Hunters are advised to attack at noon when the sun is high up in the sky, so the light can be used as an advantage. Hunters should only engage vampires at night when it cannot be avoided. Blessed oil is most preferred to blessed water because it doesn't evaporate quickly, it burns into their skin, and a little can go a long way. As for the bullet, it has to be prepared by the hunter to be sure of its purity and the blessing inscriptions," I explained.

He nodded once more. "Well, permanent until the mate dies. Some just mourn their mate and some try to mate with another." "So exactly like wolves?" He nodded. I just hope Holland won't do anything to hurt Mudi. He's too precious for this world. * A couple of days passed without any problems. Mudi just spends a lot of time out with Holland, not a surprise there, and Lupus started to get me into exercising with him *sobs*. I mean, I have no problem with exercising but doing it everyday!? No!

His thumb caressed her delicate hand as he tried to figure out where to start. “Like you, I'm immortal. Hellhounds don't age like werewolves. We are young for a long time. A 20-year-old werewolf is an adult and ready to become an Alpha of his pack, but a 20-year-old hellhound is equivalent to a 10-year-old. We're small, and our brain isn't fully developed yet, just like a 10-year-old here. That's how old I was when I was kicked out of hell.

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed

"You're sending the Hound off to the Therians?" "If you give the order, The Alpha," said Rockley confidently, half bowing. The Hound is a werewolf pack used as a war soldier and shadow hunter for higher and stronger packs such as Lycans. Rondolf shook his head. "I will not attack Pack Therians." "Are you gonna wait for the Pack Therians to attack us?" Rockley is getting crazier. His nails and fangs appeared as a protest for Rondolf's soft tonight. Rondolf shook his head. "We'll wait until Watcher discovers his identity tomorrow morning, Rockley."

And Zane had no idea who he was really up against. Later, Zane was in his study, pouring over ancient texts on hellhounds, trying to piece together any information that might help him track them. The hellhounds were creatures of the underworld, summoned only by a powerful ritual, one that required blood—specifically, the blood of the intended target. Someone close to Cana had set this in motion, someone who had betrayed them

The dark hair on his chest was matted with the dirt of the ridge, his claws extending from his knuckles with a wet, heavy click. From the dense spruce forest behind the split boundary stone, the first of the invaders appeared. They were massive, twice the size of Silas’s timber wolves, their bodies wrapped in thick plates of dark iron that had been bolted directly into their flesh. These were the Iron Hounds, the selective breed of the Southern Council, raised in dark caves and fed on nothing but raw meat and sulfur to make them hate their own kind. Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges.