Hellhound Book Novels & Stories

Like the plague, Hael's anger washed through Howling, killing dozens in its wake. Pyro's magic was depleting itself quickly under the onslaught of his friend's fury, and sensing his master's struggle, Barghest's howl signaled his hellhound's arrival in Howling. Unfortunately, the boy had only lasted seconds as Hael tore his intestines out, half-crazed by the thoughts of his mate being with another man. For the first time in their lifelong friendship, Pyro doubted his ability to reign Hael in.

“Elio was persuasive. He said the pack needed this. A way to preserve his knowledge if anything happened to him. I believed him.” I flipped through the pages. “And now you want to fix it? After weeks of me losing myself? After my own sister cried because I smell wrong?” He looked almost sorry. “I did not know it would be this messy. The binding took stronger than expected. Your soul fought harder than most.” I closed the book hard. “Because it is my life. My memories. My scent. You tried to steal all of it.” Lorne stepped around the table. “Take the book. Study the spell. We can do it together. Quietly. No one else needs to know.”

For a moment there was a tense silence in the hall, as the troopers, like in a Western, clenched and unclenched their dirty paws, anticipating the easy prey that promised them promotion. Were they really so dumb that they didn't even suspect that they themselves were at gunpoint? That I, the rightful heiress of the city, was here with one man and an old woman? Mikhail strained his hand, probably removing the safety, and slowly led it down to hand the gun to me. He, a purebred wolf, did not need a weapon, and with bullets he could easily compete in speed. He smelled of aggression more and more, and the smell of a wolfhound seemed to come from everywhere, foreshadowing what he was good at, tha

He didn’t look at me when I entered, but I felt him all the same—like gravity. The council members formed a half circle around him. Judgment. “Lyra Hale,” one of the elders said, his voice sharp as stone. “Step forward.” I did. Every step felt like walking into a storm. “Since your arrival,” another councilwoman continued, “you have disrupted the balance of this pack.” I laughed before I could stop myself. The sound echoed. Ronan turned then. His eyes met mine—dark, unreadable, dangerous. The councilwoman frowned. “Do you find this amusing?”

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en

Was this some sort of diary? “Welcome, Little Wolf.” I stumbled back with a gasp, hitting Russo in the chest. He caught my arms to steady me. “Don’t worry it’s just a book it doesn’t have a consciousness of its own. “But,” argued. “It’s like it knows me.” “There’s magic that can do that,” Russo pointed out. “Even the humans have artificial intelligence that can recognize individuals.” “But not unless it’s been programmed,” I protested. “How would the Huntsman have been able to tell this book about me without either coming here or knowing me in advance? And how long ago did he make the book? How could it possibly know me?”

I loved reading books, when I schooled with the normals, I ate up all their stories. I grabbed a book from the shelf, turning it over to read it. “Ancient Spell Casting,” I read out loudly. Donae waved her hand, and the book left mine suddenly, returning to its spot on the shelves. “Sorry, I was curious,” I said, walking over to her bench. She rarely spoke, I realized. “What's a hilly billy?” I asked her. “ A hilly billy is a plant that cures blindness. It's gotten from Hell.”, she spoke calmly.

She bent down to pick a sand under her feet, she throws it on the air and the bushes and trees give way to as the ground beneath the bushes opened up, staircase begin to form. "Let's go in." Lolly said going down the staircase. Dean followed before Tamara. The ground closed over their heads and they were covered in darkness. No need of light because they could see clearly. The stair leads them to a room, which was filled with lit candles in all corners, lighting up the room. In the room Dean saw a man who was sitting down and reading a book, everywhere in the room was filled with books. Looking at him, Dean knows the man in front of them was a Hellhound creature.

She sat down and stared blankly at the floor. "I overslept. I wonder if Hannah and Hansel have woken up. I'm such a fool!" Soheila irritably said. "I successfully protected them last time, but I failed this time." Soheila thought of Hansel and Hannah and she remembered what she had found out about them. She waved her hand and a thick book about humans with the blood of an ancient spirit beast blood had appeared. She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes.

The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines. I read the book somewhat unwillingly until one line caught my attention which caused all the hair in my body to stand up immediately. "Once again I'm warning you, Heil is not what you are thinking. His brain is more active than the normal human and he can see your past once he looks into your eyes. Trust me, he is a human, not an animal. I hope my first 30 pages would have cleared your doubt." What!! Heil is not a human!!! It's a monster. I saw that with my own eyes. The book is totally shit!!