Hellhound Description Novels & Stories

"There was a person with her … by the garden. A hooded figure, likely female. I couldn't get close enough to see clearly before she vaulted over the fence, but..." At that, I froze slightly. I knew the type. I knew what he was going to say before he even finished the sentence. “You say you saw this… person with her?” “Yes,” he said simply. “With a wolf. A dire wolf.” I spun on my heel. “That's impossible. Dire wolves haven't been seen in centuries." “It was definitely a dire wolf." Hunter wasn't one for exaggeration or flights of fancy. If he said he saw a dire wolf, the same hooded female, then…

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

I watch as a hydra steps out and my eyes widen as I come skidding to a stop. “Oh, shit!” Kodiak says. Oh, shit indeed. How the fuck did she get one of those? They are meant to be in the underworld. I look closer and see it has collars on it’s three necks. It is only young. Even being young, it is huge. Towering over the trees. There is only one thing to do. I look around. I need to find him. I spot him chomping down on someone. Shaking his head violently as the person is split in half.

A dent on the concrete wall behind Nolani looked as if a giant had landed a punch into it. Eyes glowing jade, pearl white fangs protruded as though she’s ready to bite, validated the reality of my situation. Nolani is a vampire gazing at me hungrily as she struggles with Henry’s restraints. “Nolani,” growled Henry, a warning. He had his back on me. It’s safe to assume that he isn’t human to hold down an agitated predator like that. “She… she smells so good,” she grunted, fighting off something similar to the despair of resistance.

She shivered as she walked, enjoying the view. As she was walking, she came to the second hideout the girls planned to use. The hideout was a large treehouse of sorts. One of the giant trees had died decades ago and had been hollowed out by weather and wild animals. The roots branched out above ground and made a hilly path around the tree. Underneath one of the roots, there was a small hole where a person could easily slide inside if they were small enough. Susanna tried to slide inside the hole and found she fit easily. She slid back out, making sure to drop her scent along the way. She wanted the Kreil to see the tree and scope it out on their way through.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Monster: Oakwood Forest Fire Hound Monster Level: 26 Health: 35,000/43,000 Attack: 210 Defense: 90 Skills: Intimidating Roar, Fire Breath, Rabid Bite, Claw Strike, Fire Fang The archer watched as Kirou narrowly dodged the attacks of the five hounds while retaliating with a few punches to their snouts. It may have been a misconception on the archer's part, but he could swear that the fire hounds seemed to be reacting strangely after being punched. That, coupled with a few damage figures floating above the fire hounds' heads, allowed the archer to deduce that Kirou's gloves probably inflicted a status effect that results in health loss on their targets. As for whether it is poison damage, blee

There was also a very strong possibility that said piece of panel had a few rusty nails sticking out of it, so a tetanus shot might be in order after this assignment was complete. After a quick evaluation of her injuries, she concluded that it was just a scratch and there was nothing more she could do right now, but was highly away, however, that it had caused her to bleed so it was very likely that the wolf now knew she was here. The wolf they were here to get was a rogue that had recently moved into the area been sighted prowling and had reportedly already killed two people. Rogues were much different to wolves from a pack, and though Slayers still didn't like them, at least a pack wolf ha

he finishes. "We have hellhounds, plenty of them. I think you're on the right track; in my 700 years, the Kludde was the only beast I've ever heard of them using. If it's not an actual Kludde, it probably shares DNA." Armaros speculates