Hell Hounds Novelas e Histórias

“I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?” Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.

The near audible gasp from Elias made me think I had misspoke. My mate? I heard him nearly on the edge of tears in my mind. No, she's just saying it, don't read too much into it. I guess my mind reading was coming back now. If there was some way I could figure out why it was turning off and on sporadically, I would really appreciate it! I cursed silently to Inari. Hugo apparently didn't care what was happening mentally as he scoffed “So what are you then? You were able to sneak into pack territory on the full moon and there's a rumor you were seen turning into a small black animal.”

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

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.

-MILA- Selene was waiting outside the Packhouse for us when we arrived, and she seemed a little too excited to be joining us if the shriek was anything to go on. "Can she tone it down?" Lobo whispered in my ear as we walked in. I shot him an amused look, "Be nice." He put a hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the unknown people. "Are these all werewolves?" "Yes. Remember, don't wander off."

Rayne’s mother was now frantic that something was wrong with Rayne and Christopher was trying to assure her that Rayne would be okay and that it just takes a lot out of her and she needed time to replenish her energy. The SUV driven by Eric pulls up and we begin to load our mates in the vehicle when we hear something coming our way through the woods. We tell Sarah and Alexandra to get into the SUV and we tell Eric not to stop until they are back at Ridge Moon. Eric peels out in a hurry driving our mates and women to safety as we all gather waiting to see what is approaching us. Glowing red eyes began to emerge from the darkness and then they began to step out of the woods one by one. As they

Fury was a pup from Jackson’s own Hellhound, so they were just getting quality time with their hound grandparents. Hellhound pups were fucking awesome. They were so energetic and had that lovable puppy shit that made them adorable as hell. However, they could easily burn someone alive. Their entire species was very intelligent, so it was not a surprise that the pups would be as well. They took to training so damn quickly, following their parents around to learn all about being a Hellhound. Had you ever seen a puppy who was letting you rub its belly one minute and at full attention with its flames out to eliminate any threat the next? Well, I did. That bunny did not go to waste though because

It seeped slowly, a crimson line over my skin, the scent was sharp and metallic in my nose, even as faint as it was. It wouldn’t be long now. The poison would work its way through me, digging its silver into my veins. My body knew it, every nerve was on edge, screaming, but I was too worn to care. The only sounds in the cold silence were Scout’s small, worried whimpers, echoing against concrete walls that felt as permanent as death. And then, a new sound—a voice that rang through the basement’s silence, bouncing off the walls. His voice. The human. “Scout?” he called out, his voice loud. At the sound, Scout perked up, letting out a low bark, his small frame tensing as if ready to bolt back t

“You must know why I’m here, Leno. I need someone with your skills to help me locate someone and a hellhound. I’m willing to fund any resources you might need. But I need assurance that you’re capable of the task.” Leno met Zane’s gaze without faltering, his voice carrying a calm authority that belied his usual demeanor. “Finding beings like hellhounds is no easy feat. They’re not creatures that leave trails or signs for anyone to follow. But if they’re out there, they can be found—with time and patience.” Lionel, who had been listening intently, leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing Leno. “Patience isn’t a luxury we have. Are you telling us you’re confident, or are you just buying time?”

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.