Hell Hound Puppy Novels & Stories

Its front leg was a mangled mess of wireframe code, and its health bar plummeted, flashing a dangerous, deep red. HP: 600/15,000. (4%) The Steel Hound growled, trying to force itself up on three legs, its programming demanding it fight to the death. "Jax! Now!" Ren shouted, keeping his pistol leveled at the beast's head in case it lunged. Jax sprinted forward. He didn't use his sword. He dropped to his knees, sliding across the digital dirt, and slammed his open palm against the snarling metal snout of the Alpha Hound.

“The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.” “What?” That guy was definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. “The hellhound has conquered a bunch of packs already, but not half of the world.” Ethan explained. “Yet,” I interjected. He eyed me but continued. “He’s also reputed to answer to challenges pretty brutally.” “You don’t know how brutal he can get,” Hellhound Girl said to the guys. There was a fire in those eyes that I liked. She was probably imagining them burning at the stake and she enjoyed the idea.

His lycan form would stand on two feet, he just had to awaken prime…in his own time of course but if he was awakened now, this fight would most definitely be done before it had begun. As I got closer something felt different…off even about the hellhound that is. I stumbled to a pause as it recognized me. I was a good distance away from them. Cassian took advantage of its distraction, wracking a class hand through its thick muscular neck. It roared in pain. The loud had a commanding sound sending all the hounds in the clearing to a standstill. Their heads lowered to the ground. I found myself lowering my body to a crouch. I flinched as I spotted Todd chopping off the head of one of the hounds

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.

If I hadn’t seen their mother, I would have thought they were young Labradors. “They’re really cute,” I said, my head tilting to the side. “Hellhound pups don’t become dangerous until they're three months old,” Rocco said. “Up until then, some of the adults mistake them as prey. That’s why we’re keeping Bonnie and her litter separate from the others.” “How long have you been taking care of Hellhounds?” I asked. He rubbed his chin. “Thirty—” When he stopped abruptly, I turned to him and frowned. “What did you say?”

'Hellhound,' Philo howled out loudly. He should be going into complete defense mode but instead he was excited. Excited? I ran behind a tree once the loud yelling of the border patrol caught my ears. Quickly Orion and I redressed, jogging over to the scene. The scent was getting harder to ignore. Something about it was making my body giddy.

Instinct. Run. Fight. Claim. “No,” I whispered. “I don’t belong here.” Something inside me stirred. A presence smaller than Ronan’s, sharper, coiled tight in my chest. Not the bond. My wolf. Hello, it said. I froze. You’re not real. A sensation like a smile brushed through me. You keep telling yourself that. “What are you?” I whispered. You already know. Images flickered claws, fur, moonlight streaking through trees. Power surged, eager and restrained only by will.

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.

Damien whispered to Ni-Ko, pointing. "Makai, stay here, Ni-Ko you come in from the right, I'm going to go poke the hornets nest." Damien snuck over to the stream, there was a tall tree to provide shade and a nice place to come, but the scent of blood was tainting the serenity of it. "Hello, Royal." a voice came from above him, jumping out of the shade of the tree, as Hyunjin hit the ground hard. "Nice try, Rogue. I'm quicker than your average wolf." Damien easily dodged the attack.

I've gotten too used to not locking the door since I live with these two. Mudi slowly approached the terrified Holland. He's trembling. "He won't hurt you." I spoke softly. "How are you sure it won't eat me? It's a wolf! It's so big!" "That's Mudi." "What?" He sat properly trying to calm down. Mudi put his paw onto Holland's thigh. He flinched but remained calm. "What do you mean?" He stared at the big paw on his thigh. He slowly put his hand onto the paw.