Hellhound Description Novels & Stories

Chapter 101: Hounds From Hell Unknown Location, Unknown State... Snakeskin boots touched down onto white dust as the infamous killer kidnapper known fully as Jarrett Quinton Beaulieu slid out of his truck. His keen narrow eyes had been fixated on a rather impressive but barely held-together hunting shack as he gripped a silver barrel shotgun and made his way up the small wooden steps and into the front door. There had been a good deal of blood splattered about the place, remains and carcasses of dead animals of various kinds, and an occasional human body or two shot through the heart and lying where they had been dropped Jarrett had not been a stranger to nature, no stranger to nature at all

he says, “You’ll see!” Andrew opens the crate with a flourish, and Spike leaps out. I have to say, this dog looks intimidating. Hellhound is of indeterminate breed. I think there’s some English bulldog in his genes somewhere, but I’m unsure of the rest. Spike is a pure German shepherd. He’s even bigger than I envisioned, and his body condition is impressive. Shiny coat, powerful legs, and huge teeth. He will terrify any potential intruder through his appearance alone! “So you want to see him in action,” he asks, obviously hoping that I will agree,” I can show you ‘attack’! I’ll grab the training dummies!”

Thea thought the occupants of this place must know shortcuts between levels using those ever-spinning, ever-changing tunnels. Her Valkyries closed in on her and Conri, forming a protective circle around them. Another row of them spread out, poised to fight. The rest of them fanned out around them, also ready to fight. A few of the dark figures stepped out of the shadowy darkness and got close enough for her to see. Suddenly, she understood the term hellhound. Dead werewolves in wolf form, shadow demons animating them. It made her hair stand on end. Other things stepped out of the shadows. Something that looked like a monster made of rock and dripping mud. Dead witches and werewolves animated

'Hellhound,' Philo howled out loudly. He should be going into complete defense mode but instead he was excited. Excited? I ran behind a tree once the loud yelling of the border patrol caught my ears. Quickly Orion and I redressed, jogging over to the scene. The scent was getting harder to ignore. Something about it was making my body giddy.

The dark hair on his chest was matted with the dirt of the ridge, his claws extending from his knuckles with a wet, heavy click. From the dense spruce forest behind the split boundary stone, the first of the invaders appeared. They were massive, twice the size of Silas’s timber wolves, their bodies wrapped in thick plates of dark iron that had been bolted directly into their flesh. These were the Iron Hounds, the selective breed of the Southern Council, raised in dark caves and fed on nothing but raw meat and sulfur to make them hate their own kind. Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges.

I stared at the approaching forces with a beating heart. The Iron Hounds were no joke. Legend said they were wolves who had been modified by the council, they were part beast, part dark alchemy, and entirely devoid of mercy. "Decisions, decisions," Bella muttered, appearing behind us with a crossbow that looked suspiciously heavy for a doctor. "Do we go with the ex who has the personality of a damp rag, or stay with the brooding psychopath who currently has a purple jaw? It’s like a romantic comedy, but with more beheadings."

Sweat had soaked through his shirt despite the cave's freezing air. “He was injected with a rut-inducing venom.” The line was silent for a few seconds. “Get the doctor now!” A moment later, a voice came through, older and calm. “This is Dr. Emily Suee. Your Highness, I need you to describe the venom.” “It looked like liquid gold. It shimmers.” The doctor inhaled sharply. “How long ago was General Evander injected?” I glanced at my wrist display. “Almost three hours.” Another sharp intake of breath. “Three hours?”

His body starts glowing and cracking before he turns to stone. Out of nowhere it explodes and turns to a vanishing dust. "What the hell was that thing?" I hear Kenzie ask before I lay back. "Hellhound." I say before darkness consumes me.

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.

He loudly said. “I can't go in there!” Keondra shook her head. “They are in cages and asleep, Kee, they won't harm you.” Hilda hopped in as she study the animals. “These animals are..meant to be extinct.” “I know these creatures.” Keondra hesitantly climbed on. “I see them when I hunt with Czar. How are they still alive?” “I heard stories, stories about the Rogue King.” Hilda sat down when the truck started moving. “A hunter, a warrior.”