Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

He lifts an eyebrow, wondering why the punch hurt that well on his invincible body. Then, he looks at his right. A couple of houses were struck by Kohl's punch's shockwave. Varca lifts his eyebrow, "Are you one of HER pawns? Did she seduce you too?" "She knew better than to choose an old man like me, Varca. Step away, or I will be forced to annihilate your species, just like repeating the history." Said Kohl, growing serious to face the immortal enemy who was twice as powerful as he was. He knew, if he didn't win this decisive battle, he would not be able to protect Kathleen, her child and most importantly, his son— Henry.

A vampire lunged at us but Zilver ripped him apart in a matter of seconds. Every faction of our world was present and indulging in a bloody battle. Tons of lives were about to be lost. I needed to find Karica, I could sense her nearby. Adiyan had gone to her rescue but I had to look for her now before Vildus found them both and caused more damage. A deafening roar erupted from somewhere around our right and Zilver swirled around and came face-to-face with the largest hellhound I had ever seen. The leathery black skin was taut over its lean body, and its crimson eyes with flickers of gold were fixated on me. The elongated fangs were dripping saliva and blood as if he had recently hunted somet

Their long and thin tongue is stuck out as if they are already craving human flesh. The hole emits miasma nonstop as it stands as the portal to hell. Every moment, other creatures were materialized and given life. Goblins, Golems, Ghouls, Orge, Imps, Lich, Warlocks, you name it! To make everything short, everything related to the corrupted souls of Tartaro. I look at Phelan, and I see no fear on him despite the innumerable foes. Neither anyone in my pack shows fear. Instead, I see their excitement in their hazel orbs.

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

She's human and I can't ever forget that. I owe her father. I do not, however, owe the Federation and there lies the problem. As it stands, I can't trust her to leave with this information, yet. We aren't sure what the Federation knows. Greystone kept a journal and through it, we've pieced together some things Secretary of Defense Church spoke to him about. It shouldn't matter at this point, but it does. The Federation needs to give us all the information they have on the hellhounds. If we had worked together from the beginning, we might have a better way of destroying the enemy other than severing individual heads. We believe the first wave of hounds were those who died in the past fifty ye

His presence was enough to silence the murmurs, but it didn’t erase the tension. “You know why you’re here,” he said. His voice carried over the courtyard, deep and steady. I swallowed. “I have an idea.” One of the elder Alphas—tall, gray-haired, eyes sharper than swords—stepped forward. “Lyra Hale,” he said, voice loud enough for the entire yard to hear. “You have disrupted the pack. You have refused the Alpha’s guidance. You have brought chaos into Blackthorn territory. The Council demands your execution.”

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.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"