Novel & Cerita Hell Hound Puppies

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.

I cursed at myself, especially towards my body, which betrayed me in front of the devil himself. Not to mention, I wanted to blame my eyes for admiring his good looks. He has a high cheekbone, a sharp jawline, and beautiful dark brown eyes. His eyes had light brown strikes on them, which made him look like a cheetah. His short jet-black hair was styled ideally to make him look like a bad boy and a gentleman at the same time. His body was lean but muscular. He's about 6 foot 2, and his glasses make him look more intelligent and intimidating. I put my hoodie and sweatpants on before going out of the room. I heard the door close around 30 minutes after I got into the shower, so it was safe to g

The silver-hounds were beasts of nightmare—wolves bred with dark alchemy and conditioned to hate the scent of magic. They lunged across the frost-covered grass of the valley, their jaws snapping with bone-crushing force. Lyra waited until the lead hound was inches from her throat.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

"My full length is more than any wolf could possibly take. Not even a prime would be able to handle it all, same with Ty and Jess. Hell hounds are known for our size, there were those that even used us as their own torture devices, like Aren." I shuddered. I hated that bastard more and more the longer we were away from him. Why had I allowed us to be used in such sick ways? Just because our Alpha had told us to? "Bullshit," Bo spat. "There's no fucking way. I sighed. I got to my feet and got undressed. I didn't want to ruin any of my clothes. Bo pointed at my flaccid cock. "You're a fucking runt." I stepped a few feet away so I wouldn't burn anything important and shifted. Bo went from laugh

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."

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.

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.

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.