Hellhound Found Novels & Stories

“I happen to be the owner of the club Garden of Eden. Once I found out what occurred last night, I did a little bit of investigating. It was odd that my cameras did not catch the incident, considering how advanced my security system is. After further thought, I realized that something was off. You see, the Garden of Eden and the territory around it was granted to me nearly two hundred years ago. That means that I not only have the right to the territory, but I also have a tight relationship with the people who have settled in it. Therefore, I had my security manager ask some of the owners in the area to review their security footage in case there is any evidence of the boy’s death. After som

Suddenly the beeping stopped and Izzie glanced up to see Jake stood frozen in place. "Jake?" she asked with a frown, concerned for her friend, "Jake, are you alright?" "Look," he breathed, his voice barely audible. As instructed Izzie followed his gaze and was shocked by what she saw. The dark hair. The eyes like steel. That perfect face. Cassius Lockwood was five self-scans down from them, scanning through a couple of bottles of what looked like whiskey. Cassius. Fucking. Lockwood. Was in a supermarket.

I drove to the forest, parking my car at the entrance of the woods. I walked into the woods, saying a spell and creating light with my hands illuminating the part I walk. I kept on walking, searching for the particular place I had seen on Theno crystal ball. I finally spotted a familiar tree, I moved forward but stopped. I noticed a body on the ground, but it was unrecognisable because the body was burnt and something tells me this had something to do with Riley. I was about to look closely at the charred body if I could find any clue, and my phone rang immediately.

And shes there that night! “But strangely... though you are unconscious, you didn't have any internal wounds,” she added after seeing the suspicious in my eyes. She prove as he added the jade, “That contain our recent activity. The whole association hunts the rumored Lycan who cause chaos in the secluded island beneath the Thousand-Volcanoes-” I raise my brows upon the heard of it. “So what did you discover, then?” I ask just as I cut her off. She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-”

We can identify many cemeteries and destroy what we find, but we cannot find each person buried on private property. The two hellhounds we currently have are newly made. We came across them about six months ago. They aren't our first and we've been studying them since before the war ended. I'm brought out of my thoughts of hellhounds when Beck's sword comes uncomfortably close to my throat and I jump back. I realize I need my head in the fight or I'll lose it. "About time you woke up," Beck grunts as he blocks my strike. "The woman knows about the hounds and what made them."

Silence pressed between us for an instant then howling broke it. Not a wolf's howl but something twisted and something wrong. Warriors stood frozen. Shadows shimmered at Lucian's toes, restless. My wolf burst against my fur, claws shredding to get out. "They're here" I said to him, low. The forest erupted. Shapes dropped from the tree line—giant beasts with eyes glowing and jaws too wide, too toothed and to belong to this world. Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us.

“Regardless, I am here to find your father to help cleanse his soul.” “My father hasn’t arrived yet, Hermes, you can take a look around, but he hasn’t shown up in the Garden yet.” This part was true, thanks to Damien, so I didn’t need any mind manipulation technique. He tilted his head, “Perhaps we missed him and he is already in the underworld?” “I have been here almost all day, Hermes, and you just got word about his death, correct?” I lifted my eyebrows at him. “Yes, you are correct, Lady Abigail,” he looked down and pursed his lips before sighing and looking back up at me, “Mind if I wait here with you?”

The digital destination boards were dark. Not empty, though. In the shadows, another scent moved. Sharp. Predatory. Not wolf. Hound. A lean shape padded out from behind a pillar—sleek, black‑furred, eyes gleaming red under the emergency lights. A Tribunal tracking hound—bio‑engineered, nose keyed to Lunaris and other “anomalous” signatures. It snarled softly, hackles rising as it scented them. Its handler, somewhere in the dark, hissed, “Steady—” but the leash was loose enough to let it lunge if it chose.

I said, concerned, and he pointed to the room where Jillian was. “Jillian... Jillian has gone missing,” he said, his voice quivering. I rushed straight to her room and checked to see whether she was there, but there was no sign of her. I quickly alerted the soldiers that something was missing and that they needed to find it as soon as possible. I tried to find the ora but couldn’t see it everywhere, so I told Haiden to smell it and find out where it went. He transformed into a dog, and when he smelled Jillian’s location, I immediately followed him, and when we arrived at the forest, I frowned because I noticed a cape that looked familiar to me from where it came from.

Not one of ours. “Get down!” Rook yelled, but it was already too late. A hulking shadow burst from the trees, a roar tearing through the air. The smell of Hellhound, stronger now, acrid and foul, filled my nostrils. They had circled back. We were boxed in.