Hell Hounds Mc Novels & Stories

Then I head down the street toward the club. The moment I reach the gate, the guy on duty looks me over. Diesel, I think his name is. “Back again?” He tilts his head and opens the gate. “Told you, I grew up in Hells Chrome. I miss it.” He chuckles. “That place went to shit.” “Yeah, I know. Everyone’s either dead or locked up.” He doesn’t say anything else, so I walk in. Inside, it’s busy but nowhere near as packed as it gets in the evenings. I head straight to the bar and sit down.

And a mad one at that. The Hellhound, they called him. Even though he was important, he was known to go on certain missions with his underlings though those particular ones were usually very specific. Anyone who ever got a visit by the New York Mafia with him being there meant they had done something terrible and could not live to the next day.

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?”

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

This will be at the top of the report to the Federation when I return home. If I return. King has found a way to capture the monsters and study them. Even if I don't agree, I need to pull my big girl panties up and discover everything I can about them. I walk closer almost mesmerized and for some reason my fear recedes. We call them hounds because they run on all fours. That's the only resemblance these creatures have to any type of canine. Their jaws are enormous, the teeth made for biting and shredding, the jaw itself made for pulverizing bone, wood, and even concrete. Our only protection has been steel sheets welded into the walls and floors of our compounds. With enough hellhounds they c

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

He scratched his scruff before turning his attention to Maddox. “This is Fury. He’s right about thirteen years old. Hellhounds reach maturity at ten years. He’s actually the pup of mine and my mate’s Hellhounds. They’re guardians to individuals that Hades, the God of the Underworld, selects. They’re pretty badass too. I’ll give you the full rundown when we’re done here.” Uncle Jackson turned his attention to Fury and held his hand on his forehead. “Guardian Protector, you are hereby assigned your charge. Make us proud.”

even before she says the last bit, I know exactly who they are. Them bastards. "Marcus and jamie donally?" I ask her, and she nods. "They came onto my property about 4 months ago, and then tried to kill Ed" I tell her, and then I slam my hands on my steering wheel. "Their gang is called the hounds, and if we are gonna get em, we are gonna need everyone" she nods, "Do what you want" Dahlia pov We meet up with most of the gang, and put our shoes on, and that's when most of them start to stare at me, granted, I understood why. Cedric immediately walks over to the door, ha he probably thinks I'm going to try and escape, sorry mate.

The Black Skulls were a much larger MC than ours, and therefore, not all members knew each other, which was perfect for me. I found my bike that was conspicuously hidden among the other bikes. Some miles down the road I peeled off the Black Skull emblem, and the snarling wolf came back into view. Smiling to myself, I felt a surge of pride at seeing it. The Wolf Riders MC! I pulled up at the club and hurried inside. Ignoring the whistles and hoots I got, I hurried up the stairs, all the way to the top floor, and entered our apartment. “Sweetheart! I’m home!” I called out the second I entered. I’d already pulled off the tie and the suit jacket followed soon after...

Sydney breathed, "Thorne is doing us a favor but he needs to consult with another Hellhound and there's not many of those in the world. He knows of one in America but the hellhound moves around a lot which makes it difficult to know where exactly to find the hound." "Vampires are grifters who know other grifters especially if they are supernatural in origin. We tend to know these things so we can avoid them. I'll put the word out that we're looking for a hellhound," I shrugged, standing to my feet a little too quickly, "is that all or is there more we need to discuss?" "That should be all. If we have to meet again it will be here. It's secured and no one will be able to find or enter the pla