Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

The Final Guardian "Step away, boy." From the shadows, a massive wolf stepped out. He was twice the size of a normal Alpha, his fur matted with dried blood and his eyes glowing a sickly, artificial yellow. This was the Hollower, the Council's personal butcher. He didn't have a pack or a soul; he was just a machine made of muscle and hate. "You think you’re a hero?" the Hollower growled, his voice sounding like rocks grinding together. "You’re just more fuel for the fire. I’ve broken Alphas stronger than you."

"We do this together. I am totally done hiding while good people die to protect me." Before Kael could even try to stop me, a growl echoed from the very other side of our boxcar. A massive hound bounded out of the thick fog. It did not look like a normal dog at all. The skin was leathery, hairless, and totally black, its large eyes glowing with the same sickly green light as Morgath’s magic runes. Its jaws were completely unhinged, dripping a thick acidic drool that hissed loudly against the wet gravel stones. It was a Council hunting beast, and it had our exact scent.

“The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.” “What?” That guy was definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. “The hellhound has conquered a bunch of packs already, but not half of the world.” Ethan explained. “Yet,” I interjected. He eyed me but continued. “He’s also reputed to answer to challenges pretty brutally.” “You don’t know how brutal he can get,” Hellhound Girl said to the guys. There was a fire in those eyes that I liked. She was probably imagining them burning at the stake and she enjoyed the idea.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

(A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness ) The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is. Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of t

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

The thick, heat-shielded blast doors of the pod blew outward, tumbling across the ruined road. A thick, viscous green gel spilled from the pod, pooling on the hot asphalt. And then, the Hound stepped out. It was a nightmare sculpted from human DNA. It stood nearly eight feet tall, its musculature grotesquely swollen and hyper-dense. Its skin was not flesh, but a overlapping lattice of pale, bone-white cartilage and dark, metallic scales. It had no eyes, only a smooth, sloping dome of thick bone protecting its brain. Deep, jagged gill-like slits lined its neck, flaring aggressively as it processed the chemical and thermal signatures of the air.

Adolescent in their terms was anywhere from toddler to twenty, which was the age of adulthood for their species. Fun fact: they had seventeen Hellhounds. Eight of them were puppies from their newest litter. Hellhound lifespans were anywhere between two and four hundred years. They were considered mature when they reached ten years of age. It seemed very little time in comparison to the length of their lifespan, but it was important that they matured quickly so that Hades could pair them with their charges. If their charge was not in their pack then Hades would ensure that they found their way to them.

Thea thought the occupants of this place must know shortcuts between levels using those ever-spinning, ever-changing tunnels. Her Valkyries closed in on her and Conri, forming a protective circle around them. Another row of them spread out, poised to fight. The rest of them fanned out around them, also ready to fight. A few of the dark figures stepped out of the shadowy darkness and got close enough for her to see. Suddenly, she understood the term hellhound. Dead werewolves in wolf form, shadow demons animating them. It made her hair stand on end. Other things stepped out of the shadows. Something that looked like a monster made of rock and dripping mud. Dead witches and werewolves animated

The elder’s skeletal frame began to shift as he roared, “I’ll show you my true power!” He opened his skeletal jaws and began muttering a strange incantation. Adrian’s eyes narrowed with surprise as a rift opened in the void, and from it emerged another skeletal creature. “What… Is that a hellhound?” Adrian murmured. The creature, resembling a large, menacing dog, trembled with a terrible aura. Adrian recognized it instantly as a hellhound, a beast he had encountered before. The elder looked smug, though momentarily taken aback by Adrian’s recognition. “So you know what it is. That’s right, it’s a hellhound, and a signal that your end has arrived.”