Hell Hounds Mc: Welcome To Serenity Novels & Stories

Harmony says, and I smile and nod my head. “Oh, the club is amazing. Hound is hilarious. I know Michelle needs a gold medal for putting up with him.” Sin says with a chuckle and Harmony laughs. “Yeah she does. But Hound has calmed down over the years. He is still wanting more kids, but I think Michelle is done.” Harmony says sipping on her soda. She is not a big drinker. “I always wondered how the guys got their road names.” I think out loud and the women all look at me like I’ve grown three heads and horns.

It was the howl of a hellhound on the trail of its prey. “That son of a bitch.” Hel stood up and rotated her shoulders. “Fine, I’m in the mood to kill something.” She glanced down at Serenity. ‘Jor you better get your ass back here. She is fading and I just heard a hellhound. I’m sure it’s headed this way.’ She commentedmentally and her senses flared. They were coming toward the front of the house, she felt demons and just the one hellhound. Farther out she felt a couple vampires and then Surt himself. Well shit, she relayed that information as well.

“It’s the fucking Hunters who work for her. You know, the ones who have been hunting me since I was a child?” Noah’s lips pursed and he turned his head, looking out the window at the grey and black stone cathedral which towered over the countryside. It looked out of place in the bright air of L.A and was closed to the public. Most people thought it was an eccentric billionaire’s mansion, some thought it was a cult. Serenity leaned more to the latter. The hunters which spawned out of the building, were zealots. Their way, or death. Many a passing acquaintance had told Serenity if you see a Hunter, you were already dead. She was glad for her ability to sense them… and right now, that ability w

“Serenity, this is Dylan, my mate. Dylan, this is my sister, Serenity.” Dylan extended a hand, his expression warm and welcoming. “It’s great to finally meet you, Serenity. Kamila’s told me so much about you.” “Likewise,” Serenity replied, shaking his hand. “Thank you for taking care of my sister.” “She’s my mate,” Dylan said simply, his smile reassuring. With Serenity’s bags in tow, they made their way to the car. The drive back to the Silver Moon Pack was filled with lively chatter, the atmosphere in the car buzzing with excitement and curiosity.

The guards, who stood there as stalwart protectors, instinctively lowered their heads in submission, acknowledging his authority without question. With his body screaming of power and dominance, it was evident that he occupied a position of utmost importance within the Silverclaw Pack. Serenity pushed aside the unnerving thoughts that threatened to consume her and hastily made her way toward the entrance. She forced out her usual polite smile, masking the turbulent emotions that churned within her. "Hello, I am Serenity Knight. I have been accepted as a pack doctor here. I apologize for my delayed arrival; the journey took longer than expected," she stated- her words poised and controlled de

“I could easily overpower you and turn the tide.” “My life isn’t enough to warrant a change in plans,” Hound retorted, a chilling chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m not holding you hostage; I’ve already killed you. You just don’t know it yet.” “What kind of madness is this?” Erlin challenged, confusion bubbling beneath his anger. Without warning, Hound lunged, his eyes shimmering with a disconcerting light, the tattoo of tears marking his allegiance shining brightly. “A seer?” Erlin’s brows knitted together in disbelief.

I tugged his arm, pulling him away from Quinn in utter amazement. He made the man submit. Up until this point I'd only ever seen two people able to do it. Ryder, who was his alpha, and myself. It only meant one thing. Mordecai was bound to be like me, if not more powerful. Dusk's temper was for a reason, he was an old wolf. Hellhounds were almost always killed off before maturity, and those that survived were never allowed to procreate. That meant the souls were all jumbled up for hundreds upon thousands of years with no host to let them live their cycle since the council stepped up.

Something in between. The serum wolves are coming.

“Not those who breathe. But those who bled.” Silence answered. For a moment. Then a wind moved, slow, deliberate, curling into the circle like something remembering how to take shape. It smelled not of decay, but of cold fur. Distant rain. A hearth long extinguished. “I call the wolves of the southern line,” Seren said, louder now. “Those who stood when no one else would. Those who died with no one watching.” Stillness. Then, A single howl. Low. Staggered.

Once the screams and the shouts tore out into the night The tension suddenly spiked up… Serena’s heart did so as well as she crossed to the tall window in two strides and looked down into the courtyard below. It was total and absolute chaos! She saw armies… a large number of warriors pouring into the gates, trying to break it down… She recognized the symbols on their chest immediately… Death Valley Pack! Serena watched as defenders of the MoonCrest Pack rushed from barracks still partly dressed and some even half asleep.., only to be met by charging attackers who had come prepared for slaughter.