Hellhound Description Novels & Stories

“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.

If I hadn’t seen their mother, I would have thought they were young Labradors. “They’re really cute,” I said, my head tilting to the side. “Hellhound pups don’t become dangerous until they're three months old,” Rocco said. “Up until then, some of the adults mistake them as prey. That’s why we’re keeping Bonnie and her litter separate from the others.” “How long have you been taking care of Hellhounds?” I asked. He rubbed his chin. “Thirty—” When he stopped abruptly, I turned to him and frowned. “What did you say?”

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

She was a girl, she m8ght fear someone but she won’t be a coward. Hellion glanced up and saw a huge beast in front of her. Sharp claws and scales like the dragon’s but it has a long tongue and hisses like a snake. She also spotted the long tail of a scorpion darting towards her. Hellion leapt up and dodged the attack as she caught glimpsed of the person with horns sitting atop the huge creature. Her feet landed on the ground as the person on top leapt down from the beast and walked leisurely towards her. His robe flutter in the wind as he waved off his sleeves, seemingly amused by her.

“That depends on what you can do, fox.” Amanda calms, taking a deep, restorative breath. “Facts about hellhounds aren’t well known. Not many people survive an encounter with them.” “Has anyone ever killed one of them?” A dark mass passes the hidden entrance to our hiding place, slow and lumbering. I bite down on my lip as it lingers, its body shimmering golden in the moonlight. Its proximity briefly sends a spray of light into the cleft. I look at Amanda, neither of us willing to breathe as the creature–something shaped like a lion–paws and sniffs at the ground only feet from where we’re hidden.

Eve was far out of my league— with her angelic face and her pale skin and the way she walked around like she belonged in heaven and not this piece of hell that I was constantly reminded that I could never escape from. But it was fine, because I had Lucille next to me. And we would always have each other. I met him when he passed his first assessment in the Hellfire Group when he was seventeen. A room filled with other men twice his size and his age. He had ripped them apart with his hands and teeth, chewed on most of them like a wild dog. That was where the mad dog title came from.

This will be at the top of the report to the Federation when I return home. If I return. King has found a way to capture the monsters and study them. Even if I don't agree, I need to pull my big girl panties up and discover everything I can about them. I walk closer almost mesmerized and for some reason my fear recedes. We call them hounds because they run on all fours. That's the only resemblance these creatures have to any type of canine. Their jaws are enormous, the teeth made for biting and shredding, the jaw itself made for pulverizing bone, wood, and even concrete. Our only protection has been steel sheets welded into the walls and floors of our compounds. With enough hellhounds they c