Hellhound Description Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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.

this observation is just begin! “What is awakened in this place?” I pondered as I look a the wreck darkhold, now devoid of life. I can now see the bottom without the restriction of that more powerful existence. But inside, I know the more powerful... The figure hovered there, surround with blue light, is it trully him? The night before the day I plan to travel that place, I was hovered just before the Yellow Valley. At night, this Valley is gives off yellow light that filled the area with light. But still, the shadow of trees makes the other part devoid of light. They are glowing of darkness. There, I barely saw the army, trained by the old hag!

Hadrian informed them. “They could be like us.” Colby hinted. “Perhaps, better,” Hadrian raised an eyebrow. “A Hellion is a supernatural creature created by a witch to do her desires. It can hypnotize people, make them forget everything they know about themselves, manipulate their minds, remind them of their worst memories and make them feel anguish. It can read minds and it is only vulnerable to what we call the ancestral blade.” “It reads the mind. No wonder, he was able to know what I was thinking and that's how he found out that you were supernatural.” Amaya proposed narrowing his eyes to Colby.

The moment he did, it became visible. It was massive, with black fur. Nicholai had ripped it into two equal parts. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Its bones were outside, and I’d never seen anything like this before. I’d heard of hellhounds, but I never thought I’d actually get to see one. My stomach churned. Tara screamed, her hands covering her mouth. I instantly turned. The desperate hellhound moved once, twice, then went limp. Nicholai didn’t flinch. This horrific sight didn’t faze him once. He moved over the corpse, breathing heavily, blood running down his cheeks and chest as he glared into the empty space next to Tara.

“You must know why I’m here, Leno. I need someone with your skills to help me locate someone and a hellhound. I’m willing to fund any resources you might need. But I need assurance that you’re capable of the task.” Leno met Zane’s gaze without faltering, his voice carrying a calm authority that belied his usual demeanor. “Finding beings like hellhounds is no easy feat. They’re not creatures that leave trails or signs for anyone to follow. But if they’re out there, they can be found—with time and patience.” Lionel, who had been listening intently, leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing Leno. “Patience isn’t a luxury we have. Are you telling us you’re confident, or are you just buying time?”

His long fingernails drummed on the armrest. The aura he emitted was cold and dark and most creatures and humans were too whimsical to even go near him. A vicious-looking hellhound who was at least 8-9 feet in height and 9 in length with a sharp set of teeth was huddled on its haunches near his feet. Its leathery skin was black with hints of red along its elongated jaw, paws and head. The beady eyes that were fixated on the newcomer were crimson with swirls of gold in them. Its long ears perked up as its owner traced his bony hand along his body.