Hellhound Description Novels & Stories

She kept her attention drawn towards the page the entire moment she flanked the pages of the Journal. Finally, after passing through so many Pages, Cassie smile as her eyes darted towards the Content of the Journal with the title "The Few Supernaturals With The Ability To Seal Their Scent And Imprint" Cassie heaved as she read, at First, she came across a saying that said, "The Hellhound, also known as the Black Dog or Bearer of Death is a specie of amortal Supernatural Spirit who possess the body of human. Been the Guardian of the Supernatural World, a being known as the Harbinger of Death, the Hellhound possess Pyrokinetic and Thermokinetic Powers which helped in Covering it's tracks, scen

Yet, we were still no closer to getting rid of Derrick and the rest of his band of sadistic followers. Percy held out a hand, pointing to Noah. “Trent tells me they were a lot of strange creatures at your pack.” Noah nodded, not before Amber’s hand slipped into his as if she was trying to give him strength. I ground my teeth, my wolf stirring up inside me with jealousy and anger. “Yes,” Noah replied. “I don’t know what they are or where they come from but they call them hounds. From everything I have read, hounds don’t look anything close to what these things look like.”

“I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?” Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.

I stood at the edge of a shoreless lake, but it wasn't water that sloshed against my ankles, it was blood, dark and crimson and slowly rising to cover me whole. My lips dropped to scream, but nothing came out, not even a whimper… So I turned to run… A hold clamped around my thighs, another on my ankles, my knees, my wrist. I looked down again, just as hundreds more of them broke the surface, bloody skeletal frames reaching out for me with dripping hands. Their eyes were hollow and dark, and though their teeth clamped shut, they screamed. They held me, drawing me in, pulling me down until I was drowning, widened eyes at the sky for an escape.

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

The whole idea seemed futile but no other way than to make themselves appear prepared. On their way, Allie spotted a large painting of a Hellhound standing in the middle of a misty, darkened forest, its eyes glowing and taking the attention away from everything else that had been expertly drawn on the canvas. The omega tilted her head at the artwork, admiring it for a while.

Even the air smelt sweet with the scent of nature waking up again. Daniel waited on the porch of the packhouse as patiently as he could for Eva and Simone to bring their new guest over. Seeing the fragile looking creature sat in the wheelchair the healer was pushing, the Alpha narrowed his eyes, trying to recognise the doll-like features and pale complexion. It occurred to him that the victims had been left virtually unrecognisable after their attack. They had been nothing but a canvas of bruises and gashes. Daniel wouldn’t have known this girl was one of the victims unless someone told him. “Bethan, this is Daniel Wolfe. He is the Alpha of the Hellhound and Silver Moon packs.” Eva introduce

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

Perfect, that's exactly what I was hoping for. Like I said, lust or bloodlust, these leeches only have two track minds.

It was a high-frequency, electronic skittering. ​From the fog emerged the Logic-Hounds. They were nightmarish parodies of the wolf-form—skeletal constructs made of matte-black carbon fiber and glowing violet circuitry. They had no fur, no eyes, and no mouths. Instead, their heads were smooth, sensor-covered wedges, and their "claws" were vibrating high-frequency blades designed to cut through molecular bonds. They didn't move with instinct; they moved with a terrifying, synchronized efficiency. ​“Logic-Hounds! Form the Ring!” Killian roared, his shadow-form exploding outward to create a barrier of absolute darkness.