Hellhound 40k Novels & Stories

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

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.

I had never seen one that was this fucking big or unique looking. “This handsome boy is Fueyo,” she said, petting his head. “He’s one of this pack’s Hellhounds. I’m not sure how much anyone knows about Hellhounds, but they are guardians. They are Hades’ personal creation, and he chooses who they will become the guardian of. Hellhounds are rare and extremely powerful, so he is very selective of who is blessed with them. This handsome boy is Klayrn’s guardian.” ‘Byron, make a mental note to add all of this shit to the database.’

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

“Then the Hounds will have their scent.” From behind her, cages were wheeled forward, each trembling with restrained motion. Inside, shadowy creatures paced restlessly—sleek, eyeless beasts with long limbs and smoke leaking from their jaws. The Covenant called them Null Hounds, bred from captured spirits of the Undergrowth, forged to hunt what lived between light and shadow. “Release them,” Selene ordered. Chains snapped, and the beasts lunged forward, dissolving into black mist. The soldiers watched them vanish across the horizon, streaks of darkness that would follow the bond’s trail wherever it fled.

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.”

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.

Greystone, King's uncle, understood the old ways and secretly taught an emerging group of young men to fight their pacifist ways, King among them. When the hellhounds began destroying the human world, Greystone and his trained Warriors came to the rescue. Hellhounds are our name for these undead creatures that look like hounds from hell. Scientists genetically modified formaldehyde, or more precisely modified a protein within the formaldehyde, and started the chemical reaction that took our dead, melded their bodies into four-legged, hunched creatures with poisonous claws that tunnel through mountains of dirt and razor-sharp teeth with a toxic saliva that kills humans.