Hellhound Description Novels & Stories

This was the ritual site that Xander was talking about. The hellhounds howled in unison, these majestic creatures with fur as dark as the night, moved with a grace that betrayed their supernatural nature. Their eyes glowed an eerie red and they sniffed the air, their senses honed to detect the subtlest traces of magic. As we reached the ritual site Dad visibly tensed, but he sat down to examine the stone structure. As we came closer we realized that it was shaped in a circle and the ground was slightly inclined downwards, giving the impression of a shallow pit.

Dozens of them. Some were empty. Others held creatures that didn’t look fully human… or fully wolf. Twisted, malformed hybrids with eyes too large, limbs too thin, muscles trembling from drugs or trauma. One of them whimpered. Jaxon stepped forward, heart pounding. “What the hell…” “It’s another lab,” Vincent whispered. “Lunaris didn’t die. They just went underground.” A scream echoed from deeper in the tunnels. Female. Young. Jaxon moved before he could think, following the sound, Vincent right behind him. They reached a heavy door, sealed with an electronic lock.

I heard cries from the guys, which means they have already coped with their task. “An old shabby wolf and a young she-wolf,” a mocking voice of the owner was heard. The paws standing on the ground began to freeze. PAWS, NOT LEGS! Yes, what is he? I growled and twitched to the side to stretch a little and throw off the obsession. Where is this bastard hiding? Soon I felt that Mikhail began to move around. Yes, stop! Are we fire wolves and are we freezing now? Rave! I bristled, and my fur was instantly covered with fire. The fog began to dissipate. Illusion! Vampires are empaths, even if I can't be commanded by force, illusion is different. Catching the scent of the vampire master, I rushed to

Its attention was now entirely on me as it lowered its head, growling at me. The hellhound was ready to drag me with it back to where it came as it lunged forward with a speed rivaled by that of a vampire. I pulled the surrounding shadows, catching the hellhound midair as it jumped towards me. I hurled it hard and fast, making it hit a tree in the distance so hard that it knocked it over. The ground shook, and the woods came to life from the sound of the fallen tree.

“What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, these deaths happens all over the world at almost the same period of time, that means there must be something, maybe an instrument that is been used to immediately kill people in a large scale, and I was able to find something interesting “ “What? “ “ Linghun xipan or rather, soul suckers” Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker co

A Hellhound was on the school grounds. She moved slowly, not making any sudden movements as it walked towards her barring sharp yellow teeth. Its acidic saliva dribbled down and made a hiss as it made contact with the earth. She reached for the blade she always kept tucked under the waistband of her uniform skirt. She unsheathed it slowly and knew it wouldn’t do her much good against the Hound but it was better than nothing.

Very confused and a bit concerned she had lost her mind I continued questioning her, “What do you mean your a hybrid? How can you be? My dad was a Hunter and Hunters are human. It doesn’t make any sense!” Elly explained, “Think about it. Yes Hunter’s are generally considered human but that isn’t really the case. They are stronger, more agile and faster than humans. They attribute this to their training but in reality it is their every blood that allows it.” “How do you know all this?” I asked. “Because inner beasts are intrinsically born knowing who and what they are. The Moon Goddess herself bestows this information to us.” “Okay than what are we? Obviously we are werewolves but what truly

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.

"They're really fast!" "Sub-level 10," Grog shouted, leading the way. "Down! Water stops scent!" They reached a rusted iron staircase leading down into a flooded lower level. They splashed into waist-deep water. It was freezing, black, and smelled of decay. "The water won't stop them!" Jack yelled over the splashing. "They aren't tracking scent! They're tracking heat! Infrared!" He could see it now. The Hounds weren't sniffing the air; their mechanical eyes were scanning the thermal spectrum. Jack, with his feverish body temperature, was a beacon in the dark.

I'd even take a pack of fairies to fly at Alaric's eyeballs. The hellhounds ran into my line of sight, and I screamed at the sight of them. They looked like they were plucked right from the devil's side. The patchy black fur, red eyes, and skinny legs like a greyhound. They each wore a black or pink collar lined with metal spikes. Alaric flew up from Luther's viselike grip on his side, blood running down his torso, and he flicked his wrist, guiding the hounds toward a growling Luther.