Hell Hound Puppies Novels & Stories

Even though Honey was technically safe, still she shared in her misery as he knew that Honey was in misery right now. "And who is this young man missing?" "It was Mark Bonson. We believed he was captured by the Black Wolf's Clan." Everyone gasped with pure rage as soon as those words left the Head lips. "Damn those Black Wolf's Clan member! They should really be killed!" "They don't have souls! The punishment must be delivered to them!" "I hope they'll die and rot in hell!" Several White Wolf's Clan member had started voicing out their frustrations and rage. Murmurs started to arise but then his father suddenly shouted at the room.

While still crouching, a wailing creak altogether with the jaunty Black Vultures' pinion was drastically plummeting down before my eyes can flutter. Throughout the inclusive period, one by one, the Black Vultures were collapsing in the ground, lifeless prior to their ghastly vigorous hounding earlier. Then, a deep howl was heard. I rashly looked back and saw how my hound, Poloy, was leading the entire pack of the Aardwolves. His hound image and build were taken off and whirled like the Alpha of the Aardwolf, but more dominating, powerful, and strangely having a lustrous golden fur with nautical eyes that resembles mine.

One hellhound is about six feet tall, which could easily tower anyone. I fired the black ammo at the first hellhound that I saw, which is pinning down one of the hunters. The other hunters in the vicinity try to help their comrade, but the hellhound just vanishes into the shadows. Impressive, I thought as I loaded another black ammo. Maybe I should ask Verphegor for more of these, but I won’t let him know that I intend to use them on him if he ever shows up in my room without notice again.

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

Another woma, Hellen. The reason for his rejection. Hellen was a powerful wolf having alpha blood. She belonged to the Silver pack. The neighbor and good friend of Black lead pack, her pack wasn't as build and progressive as the black lead ones but she still had the blood that any alpha would love to have in his race.

Each dog has its own trainer especially for rare dogs hunters such as Hound dog, Siberian husky, Rottweiler, wolf-dog hybrids, Doberman pinscher and pit bull terriers. Joshua was about to enter their mansion when he heard a very beautiful voice and he immediately followed it. and when he plucked the thick and gigantic leaves of the plants, A woman sang a very beautiful song he saw. Joshua stopped because he remembered something the woman was singing. "Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight. Creep into thy bed,

Not from Kylan’s mouth. “I’m not cute, and I’m definitely not your puppy!” “But you are.” “No, I’m not!” My voice turned high-pitched. “And referring to werewolves as ‘puppy’ is really offensive, by the way.” Kylan yawned, not seeming to care at all. “Then don’t be like one.” “I’m not!” I argued. “You don’t know anything about me.” “You think?” he sighed. “You’re not that difficult to read. I know everything I need to know.”

The K-9s that were part of the detail were hellhounds and were bred specifically to serve the Moon Goddess and her chosen Elders. As the guards walked them away from the Elders, the dogs shifted to their hellhound forms. Each of the three dogs stood with their heads held high, even with shoulders of their Lycan handlers. Their pitch-black fur stood on end making them appear even larger. The eerie and demonic red glow of their eyes refracted off the smoke that came from their large snouts and mouths that held a permanent snarl. Fangs and claws extended as foam began to form around their mouths as they drooled in anticipation of a fight.