Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

“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.

Everything changes. A cold spike hits my chest. Sharp. Sudden. Wrong. The cabin fades. The warmth disappears. The smell of cedar and dinner and Noah’s humming vanishes. I’m standing in the Nothing. The empty. The dark. The place between worlds. And he’s there. Not my father. Not the man who held me in the dark and told me he loved us. This is the other one. The Hallow wearing Brad’s face. His eyes blaze with shadow and flame, furious and wild. “You let him mark you.” His voice cracks through the Nothing like thunder.

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

Another from Rainville fell to the jaws of a Hellhound. Still, we held. I saw Kael go down for a heartbeat, his leg caught by the claws of a Stalker, before Vanessa yanked him up with a cry of fury and drove her sword into the beast’s face. I saw Kaida step in front of three warriors, her runes glowing, protecting them from a Nyx Wraith’s deadly screech. And then came the third wave. Larger. Stronger. Unnatural. The Howling Horror returned—two of them this time—and I screamed out a warning, casting a dome of silence over our troops. The creatures landed, shrieking like a banshee, their cries muffled but still shaking the earth.

My mate, Alex, had a childhood friend named Emily who was a healer. When she discovered that I was a highly sensitive person, she volunteered to put me through what she called 'desensitization therapy.' The first time, she told me I needed to learn to control my emotions, so she locked me in a noisy bar's storage room for an entire night. The second time, she said I needed to overcome my tactile sensitivity. She drenched me in ice-cold water and forced me to stand in the freezing wind for three hours. Alex was present every single time. Each time, he told her, "Thank you for all your hard work, Emily. I know how much you're doing for her." Then came the banquet, where she poured an enti

"They aren't digital ghosts here, Elara. They are the ones who stayed behind when the others uploaded. They are the Luddites of the Void." Suddenly, a sound echoed across the plain—a low, rhythmic thrumming. From the shadows of the Needle City, three shapes emerged. They weren't geometric drones. They were biological—massive, six-legged predators with skin like polished chrome and eyes that glowed with a predatory red. "Scavenger Hounds," Sif whispered. "The Architects' guard dogs." The hounds didn't bark. They moved with a terrifying, silent efficiency, locking onto the scent of the millions of "fresh" hearts beating on the plain.

From the black mire, things began to climb. Not wolves. Not beasts we knew. Things born in the crushing dark before the sun ever rose — colossal, scaled, circular jaws lined with rows of shark teeth, blind writhing tentacles sprouting from their ridged backs. They were the Spawn of the Black Tide — the hounds of the Forgotten Gods. Sensing my aura, they howled in unison — a scream of a thousand drowning voices — and my warhorses reared in terror. “FOR THE NEST! FOR THE EMPIRE!” I bellowed — and let the silver take me.

Gabriel shook his hand to get rid of the disgusting greasy mess clinging to his fingers and chased after the little man "Come back here, you little bastard!" Gabriel yelled as he chased after him down the darkened corridor. Gabriel was lucky that he caught sight of the weapon moving on a suit of armour at the corner of the corridor. Just as he was about to go past, the halberd suddenly moved towards his head. Gabriel jumped back as the sharp weapon slammed into the wall opposite. "Come here you cocksucking little motherfucker!" Gabriel yelled, shoving the armour out of the way and grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it up behind his back. He marched him back to the drawing-room.

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

Chapter 101: Hounds From Hell Unknown Location, Unknown State... Snakeskin boots touched down onto white dust as the infamous killer kidnapper known fully as Jarrett Quinton Beaulieu slid out of his truck. His keen narrow eyes had been fixated on a rather impressive but barely held-together hunting shack as he gripped a silver barrel shotgun and made his way up the small wooden steps and into the front door. There had been a good deal of blood splattered about the place, remains and carcasses of dead animals of various kinds, and an occasional human body or two shot through the heart and lying where they had been dropped Jarrett had not been a stranger to nature, no stranger to nature at all