Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

*"The Hound is here." The other Kelly pales. "Already?" --- **The Hound** On deck, the ink-sea is boiling. A creature surges from the depths-a amalgamation of drowned leviathan and First Wolf, its fur matted with tar, its jaws unhinging to reveal a throat lined with human hands. *"Dissonance,"* it growls, its voice the grind of tectonic plates. *"The Convergence claims its own."* The crewmates attack, storm-steel claws sparking against the Hound's hide. It swats them aside, its gaze锁定ing on Eden. *"The Songbearer dies. The loop continues."*

I stared at the approaching forces with a beating heart. The Iron Hounds were no joke. Legend said they were wolves who had been modified by the council, they were part beast, part dark alchemy, and entirely devoid of mercy. "Decisions, decisions," Bella muttered, appearing behind us with a crossbow that looked suspiciously heavy for a doctor. "Do we go with the ex who has the personality of a damp rag, or stay with the brooding psychopath who currently has a purple jaw? It’s like a romantic comedy, but with more beheadings."

It did not matter to me, but I was naturally a curious creature. “Remo,” he called out. My Hellhound appeared immediately and stood proudly in front of Jaxon. “Fury. Davina,” he called out. Maddox’s Hellhound appeared and sat next to Maddox. The other hound that appeared took a seat next to Kalen. My eyes turned towards Sansa, and that was when it all clicked. What did Hellhounds and Nabello demons have in common? Hades, the God of the Underworld, created both. For him to be able to call out to Hellhounds that were not his own, he had to have some type of command. For a Nabello demon to bow her head, that connection left me with one conclusion.

All he knew was that it was up to him to save his pack from Killian's horrible decisions. Moving quickly down the path, it wasn't long before Liam was confronted with a huge white wolf with ice blue eyes. It could only be Brodi Sköll. Liam quickly fell to one knee and dropped his head. He could only hope it was enough to keep the Alpha from tearing him apart just for being part of the Blackfoot Pack.

Because they were the same ones that had haunted his dreams. Rael whispered the name like a curse. “The Hollow Stalker.” Bram swore. “That sounds like something we should be running from.” The creature let out a deep, rumbling growl that vibrated through the ground. Then, it charged. Elior barely had time to move before the beast lunged, its claws shredding through the space where he had just stood. Freya rolled beneath it, slicing at its legs, but her daggers barely scratched its thick hide. Sienna unleashed a blast of fire—only for the flames to be swallowed by the shadows surrounding the creature.

Every instinct inside me screamed. It moved impossibly fast. Kael shoved me aside just as the creature lunged, a blade of black energy slashing through the space where my throat had been seconds earlier. I hit the ground hard, pain exploding through my shoulder. Kael drew a dagger from beneath his cloak, meeting the creature head-on. Steel clashed against shadow. The sound rang through the forest. “What is that thing?!” I shouted. Kael ducked another strike. “A Hollow.” “A what?!” “They hunt Guardians.”

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

We were out of options, and it felt like the end. But then, another ear-piercing cry of agonising pain echoed through the realm. It was so loud, so visceral, that we both opened our eyes in shock. Black, sticky blood splattered over Rae, coating her fur and my vision with its dark, oily texture. In front of us, a larger demonic hellhound had appeared. It was a monstrous beast, even more terrifying than the winged creature. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, and its jaws were filled with razor-sharp teeth. The hellhound had caught the winged beast in its powerful jaws and was tearing into it with a ferocity that was both horrifying and mesmerising.

(At the Mansion) Erlin fought with all his might, his movements precise and efficient. His strength lay not in sorcery but in sheer skill. Yet, without his gear, his physical prowess was insufficient against someone who had studied him through countless realities. Each of Erlin’s movements, every dodge and counter, was etched into Hound’s memory, leading to a prophecy of defeat. As Erlin dropped his guard for a fraction of a second, Hound seized the opportunity. Summoning immense black flames and silver smoke, he launched an uppercut that sent Erlin’s head flying from his body, leaving only a smoldering skull attached to a burning spine.

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