Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

Monsters are they are, the original creature and its copies swarm over the bulky and strong bully, shredding his body into pieces. “Just exactly what we needed.” Hodor turned his back. “Prepare the army! We are going to have a very bloody war!” he commanded Viller and Jek.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

“You, my little warrior, are hereby welcomed to the Hellhound pack. May you be loyal and shown loyalty by all those who will call you family.” THE END.

Sardonyx flew to the air casting a spell circle to fire rainbow crystals from the sky. The crystals each exploded upon contact with the roof fathering the initial anarchy presented before her enemies. “Damn, how many powers does this bitch have?” Golith asked as he narrowly dodged the crystals. “Less complaining more fighting. Vendel said as he fired multiple rounds at sardonyx. Golith did the same until he ran out of ammunition. “I’m all empty.” But Sardonyx stomped on Vandel , knocking his weapon away. “Well isn’t this just lovely”

“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.

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.