Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

The family whom I hunted to the last member of their clan, even to their unborn child. Debris and wrecks, I made my way through them until I reached the only remaining door. The cellar. I jumped down the two-story spiral staircase buried underground; crimson lights illuminated the hallways, hunted by the souls I put to rest beyond their time. Feral souls were buried here, and Tauri will become one of them. He will be forgotten and I will have one less enemy after this night. Henry was leaning against the wall of the hallway, covered in moss, a witness to the true identity of the king they were waiting to sit on the throne.

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."

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

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”