Hell Hounds Mc Novels & Stories

A few seconds of uncomfortable silence was broken by Colleen. "I'm dying to know, how has your trip been since we saw you?" Helen blushed and said, "I'm so glad we bumped into you here. I've been burning to tell someone about what happened and there is no one I can tell when we get home!" "No one?" Colleen asked. "No. Mike and I aren't married. We are members of a rather conservative church in Oakland. Our wedding is next year. Who could I tell that I stripped and had sex with Mike on the hood of his car?"

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.

When the beach gets sad I decide to go to the shelter. There's something about being in the presence of animals that lifts your spirit. I have always been a fun of dogs but never had the chance to get one. After playing with them for almost two hours I decide to get two huskies. They are gorgeous and as someone who doesn't believe in love at first sight that is the closest that I ever came to it. The ride from the shelter is different. I am anxious about my rash decision. I really need someone to stop me from making rash decisions in the future.

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

I asked to make sure Hayden nodded in response. “So... he has a gambling debt to one person only?” I asked again. “Yeah.” he nodded again. “And stupidly for him, it’s to the Alpha of the Hell Crawler Pack.” “Hell Crawler Pack?” I searched my mind to get any information about the pack, but nothing came up. I had never heard of that pack before Hayden said the name. “It’s understandable that you have never heard of the pack, Lottie,” Hayden said as if he could read my mind. “Not many packs have dealings with them. I, for one, knew the Moon Crest Pack did not, nor did the Red Claw Pack.”

I shiver, and he looks toward the far wall, where the palace rises, casting the Glade in its shadow. *** The inner sanctum of the arena is sickeningly quiet compared to the snarling, screaming carnage taking place in the arena itself. Kaleb crouches in front of me, tying the leather laces of my sandals tight against my calves while I watch the end of the second round over the top of his head. Blood already coats the hot, red dirt. Steam rises from crimson puddles while the two remaining victors battle to the death against a particularly vicious hellhound, I believe. It’s a type of beast I’ve seen before. Hellhounds are rare now in Eastonia, but there’s still a few that roam the Deadlands, fo

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.”

Salt Lake City, Utah The Highway Hellions MC Clubhouse Two days later Wolf pulled up to The Highway Hellions clubhouse, hoping that he looked far more relaxed than he actually felt. He was sure that there were eyes on him right now, and he doubted that any of them were friendly. Taking his time, moving deliberately, he opened the car door – this was the first car that he’d bought since joining The Road Devils, and it was a second-hand piece of shit, and he was already missing his motorcycle like he’d miss air – and stepped into the parking lot. He looked around, noted the MC businesses (a tattoo studio and a bar, somehow both compulsory when talking about biker clubs), and just the sight of

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.