Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

Behind him, four Umbra priests lifted their hands and began to chant. Xavier gritted his teeth. “He’s not hiding anymore.” “Which means,” Veyna said, her blade dripping with shadowblood, “he’s planning something worse.” Suddenly, the earth cracked beneath them. “What now?” Jorren muttered. It wasn’t a quake. It was... hollow. From the muck, arms emerged—thin, scorched, skeletal. “Goddess,” Veyna whispered. “The Hollowborn.” The creatures clawed their way from the soil, half-formed soldiers stitched from the memory of old wars. Their eyes glowed red, and their limbs crackled with decay magic.

He was alive, but the antagonist power was actively attempting to rewrite his spirit, seeking to digest his Alpha lineage and turn his broad frame into a hollow vessel for the Umbral King’s dark authority. "Hold on, Gideon," I gritted out through clenched teeth, accelerating my pace into a fast, light footed jog across the brittle glass plain. "Hold on. I'm coming." A sudden, sharp screech tore through the stillness of the waste. From behind a towering spire of fused bone, three massive quadrupeds leaped into the open, blocking the narrow path ahead. They were Nether Hounds beasts born of shadow and calcified decay, their flesh composed of shifting dark smoke, their eyes burning with hollow

There was also a very strong possibility that said piece of panel had a few rusty nails sticking out of it, so a tetanus shot might be in order after this assignment was complete. After a quick evaluation of her injuries, she concluded that it was just a scratch and there was nothing more she could do right now, but was highly away, however, that it had caused her to bleed so it was very likely that the wolf now knew she was here. The wolf they were here to get was a rogue that had recently moved into the area been sighted prowling and had reportedly already killed two people. Rogues were much different to wolves from a pack, and though Slayers still didn't like them, at least a pack wolf ha

The demons all brought weapons of their own, as well as the angels, along with each one's natural powers. Fireballs were shot from one side to the other, arrows were flung in all directions, in some places, there was hand-to-hand combat taking place, making it hard to tell which soul was the demon and which was the angel. I saw Hex in his wendigo form, skeletal with patches of fur and the skull of a woodland creature on its neck. He was tearing people in half as they charged at him, having them disappear and leaving only dust behind. I looked around frantically for Abby, but the scene surrounding me suddenly turned blurry, and only a familiar voice snapped me back to my senses.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.

Beyond that, the trees are absolutely ancient, towering dozens of feet above my head. This place–this circle–is new. Something used to rest here–a building. A temple, perhaps. Excitement blurs my senses as I begin to search for ruins, ignoring the prickle of unease making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. A twig snaps nearby, followed by the scurrying of something larger than a rabbit but smaller than a wolf, and I jerk back to reality. I just found a hellhound, dead. It wasn’t injured. Something killed it, but how? They don’t just die of old age. They’re immortal souls trapped in bodies mutated by magic–bodies that never belonged to them in the first place.

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

And Zane had no idea who he was really up against. Later, Zane was in his study, pouring over ancient texts on hellhounds, trying to piece together any information that might help him track them. The hellhounds were creatures of the underworld, summoned only by a powerful ritual, one that required blood—specifically, the blood of the intended target. Someone close to Cana had set this in motion, someone who had betrayed them