Hellhound Description Novels & Stories

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.

Lexi gushed as she crouched down in front of the metal grill and stuck a few fingers through to scratch under the chin of one of the sinister looking hellhounds, "The big old meanie just doesn't appreciate your uniqueness, does he?" The hellhound's eyes seemed to glaze over as its eyelids lowered in an expression of what seemed to Allen, to look like ecstasy. He shuddered at the eerie turquoise light that seemed to penetrate the hounds eyelids with their unnatural light and glanced across in sympathy at the enormous direwolves that huddled together in the corner of the cage, eyeing the beasts and their clearly insane mistress with suspicion and a healthy dose of fear. "I sometimes wonder wha

She murmured at herself. "What exactly is that thing?" he asked. Magical fire rolled off the hellhound's black fur. It matched his blazing eyes, which were narrowed on Alec. Smoke billowed from the creature, as if it were internally burning. And maybe it was. "Just a dog… He is controllable, of course. He is sort of a hellhound, by the way." Pearl’s fingers dug affectionately into the warm fur between his pointed ears, and his long red tongue licked at his lips.

I pointed out what looked like two extra arms coming out of Kujo’s back and stretching straight up to brush the ceiling. “Look. Could those be wings?” I murmured, surprised. “Search me. But that thing is huge, Fran. I don’t know how you dare to get so close to it, and touch it!” “Because I don’t try to see him. Amy showed me a picture of an awful skeleton hellhound and said he looks like that, but I honestly don’t give a damn. And be careful when you’re around him, cause he reads minds and emotions. The last thing we need is pissing him off cause you guys think he’s an ugly beast.”

We were out of options, and it felt like the end. But then, another ear-piercing cry of agonising pain echoed through the realm. It was so loud, so visceral, that we both opened our eyes in shock. Black, sticky blood splattered over Rae, coating her fur and my vision with its dark, oily texture. In front of us, a larger demonic hellhound had appeared. It was a monstrous beast, even more terrifying than the winged creature. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, and its jaws were filled with razor-sharp teeth. The hellhound had caught the winged beast in its powerful jaws and was tearing into it with a ferocity that was both horrifying and mesmerising.

Standing before me is a creature with no likeness to the Gnolls I have confronted before. It's quite obvious from the sheer aura spilling out of it that this beast was the leader of the dungeon. [Gnoll Duelist-Mystic rank] [Named monster- Krogen] Class- Vampiric Hound Level 68 HP-2500 CON-250 ATK-345 STR- 115 DEF-87 DEX-16 Speed-55 AGI-55

Seeing Taken souls were Lillith’s thing. I sighed to myself, wishing there was some point to this place. I walked a mute world filled with reflections of the living and whole, a world that was as pretty as it was useless. Lills on the other hand... She saw the dead and the taken, and they weren't reflections of people like they were for me, they were real, solid, she could hear their every word and scream.

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

But the thing that alarmed Ash the most was his conclusion from this entire riddle. There is a mole in the White Wolf's Clan. His hands were shaking as he minimised the image of the tomb and maximised his program. His Spider Crawl was a system he programmed years ago that would gather him some sensitive information that couldn't be gathered anywhere. Even bridging the CIA's information database. Of course, he kept it hidden from the authority and kept it as his personal property as he didn't want to cause commotion through his program. The program blinked a notification showing that his crawling was complete. He clicked OK and then the report displayed.

With something feral and electric humming under my skin. Another growl sounded deeper, commanding. The wolves froze. A figure stepped from the shadows. Not a wolf. Not entirely human either. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes a molten gold that pinned me in place. His presence pressed down on the clearing like gravity itself. The other wolves lowered their heads instinctively. A rogue, my mind whispered, though I had no idea how I knew. He looked at me the way a hunter looks at prey and then the way a man looks at something that shouldn’t exist.