Hell Hounds Novelas e Histórias

“But until five minutes ago I didn’t think demons existed anymore.” “Anymore?” Eva asked in surprise. “How do you think we got our pack name?” Daniel’s lips twitched into a soft smile. “Thousands of years ago, demons and angels did in fact roam the earth much like dragons did. The Hellhounds were formed as a result of an agreement with the demons. It wasn’t a particularly savoury start for our pack but when the demons and angels finally vanished, the current Alpha hadn’t agreed with the contract his forefathers had forged and did what he could to separate the pack from their dark history, but the name stuck. When you hear about hellhounds in folklore it’s to do with the pack albeit, not all

Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us. "Holding the line!" I shouted, adjusting in mid-air. Fur exploded across my skin, bones breaking, reshaping. My paws hit the earth with claws gouging deep into soil with the taste of blood filled my mouth before I’d even registered my first kill and the hound squealed, shadows leaking from its body as my jaws crushed its throat. At my side, Lucian was a whirlwind of darkness, his wolf form shrouded in writhing shadow, tearing beasts apart with elegance that made them howl like they were being unraveled.

Humans, his family, have done much worse things to our kind. They have stripped us and killed us from inside out yet, here he stood without a single scar on his body. I moved closer and buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent. It was….. incomplete. Everyone had their own unique scent but all humans smelled the same way to a good extent likewise Vampires. Humans couldn't pose as Vampires and Vampires couldn't pose as humans. They might try to blend in but we would be able to tell the difference using their scent.

If I blacked out now, Hermes might die. Another explosion shook the walls. Roman’s laughter broke through the ringing in my ears. “Didn’t she tell you?” His voice taunted. “I hate another man’s scent on what belongs to me.” Hermes’s eyes found me, in them rage and bloodlust. The heat in his glare burned me. Before I could scream at him to leave… His gun dropped. A guttural growl spilled from his throat. Bones cracked. Grey fur on taut muscle as he shifted. His canines gleamed, dripping for death.

His spiked club slammed into my hellblade with a deafening clang. The impact tore the weapon from my grip, sending it spinning through the air before it clattered uselessly against the stone below. “No!” I cried. Taurus planted his hooves into the ground and stomped with brutal force. “Hellish Stomp!” he roared, laughing as the arena shook beneath us. The ground cracked violently, the rocks trembling like they were about to collapse. I struggled to stay upright, my knees buckling as the stone beneath my feet split apart from the tremors.

The moment he did, it became visible. It was massive, with black fur. Nicholai had ripped it into two equal parts. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Its bones were outside, and I’d never seen anything like this before. I’d heard of hellhounds, but I never thought I’d actually get to see one. My stomach churned. Tara screamed, her hands covering her mouth. I instantly turned. The desperate hellhound moved once, twice, then went limp. Nicholai didn’t flinch. This horrific sight didn’t faze him once. He moved over the corpse, breathing heavily, blood running down his cheeks and chest as he glared into the empty space next to Tara.

Octavia asked. “Yes, they are the most powerful creatures in hell and also the most loyal. They would do anything for the ones they love. That is why it is extremely rare for hellhounds to have masters because they get attached and possessive,” I said. “He doesn’t seem attached or very possessive to Lillian,” she said.

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

Each step sent a jolt of pain through my calves, like my muscles were stretching beyond what they were meant to hold. I stopped when the scent hit me. Wet earth. Pine. And something sharp and animal that made my mouth water and my stomach turn. A growl rippled through the darkness. I spun, heart slamming against my ribs. “Hello?” Stupid. Human. Weak. The growl came again, closer. Yellow eyes flickered between the trees. Then another pair. And another. Wolves. Too big. Too many. Their bodies moved wrong too fluid, too aware. I backed up slowly, my heel catching on a root. The moment I stumbled, they lunged.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"