Hellhound Myth Novels & Stories

It felt like an earthquake. Nicholas drove faster to get up the hill as the sand began shaking and moving and splitting into two. A large deep chasm appeared behind them and the Hellhounds could not stop themselves in time. The Hounds let out dismayed cries as they fell to their deaths. Callie stared wide-eyed at Matthias, reevaluating everything she knew about him. “You’re a geomancer.” “Did you think lacrosse was the only thing I’m good at?” “Kind of.”

I muttered gulping in air. "Well, what happened with you!!" The guy who had helped me asked. "I can't really say but a beast attacked me while I was foraging for food" I replied hoping they bought my lie. "A beast??? What do you mean by a beast??" Someone asked amongst the others. "According to ancient myths, there lives a beast in the deepest part of the forest, they are called the RAGUS. It's just a myth and no one has ever come across it" A girl in glasses explained.

And Zane had no idea who he was really up against. Later, Zane was in his study, pouring over ancient texts on hellhounds, trying to piece together any information that might help him track them. The hellhounds were creatures of the underworld, summoned only by a powerful ritual, one that required blood—specifically, the blood of the intended target. Someone close to Cana had set this in motion, someone who had betrayed them

" Arrow sounded feral as he spoke. I knew he was trying to keep his wolf under control. "We were just riddled with pain," I explained. "It wasn't ours, it was hers." My mother began to cry. "Goddess, please protect her and the pups," she begged. "Alpha, we may have a lead," a warrior's voice came through. "Tell me," I snarled. "We have found a tunnel, it leads into the abandoned dungeons," he answered. "I thought those had been filled in years ago," my mother exclaimed. "So did I," I questioned looking at my father.

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Hugh asked "I tried taking a picture but my phone went blank" she complained Hugh just laughed at her, "let me tell you a story about this stream, we werewolves say it's a myth but I doubt" Hugh said as sat down, Lucie followed him and took a seat beside him "Long ago it was told that this river swallowed humans, then the werewolves didn't know humans exist as humans didn't know we exist, but patrol teams always found dead bodies in it, and they looked like us but we knew they were not us through their scent, that was how we got to know that other beings exist, they said the water draws any foreign being that is not if this world to it, and they will walked into it and drawn, it helped keep

I pass the axolytol pool, glowing in the moonlight with all the different colors of the animals sleeping in the pond. As I get deeper into the woods, I hear more shuffling sounds, startled animals bolting away from me. We have deer here, similar to humans, but our deer are more majestic. The leader of our herd is the Ceryneian Hind, the deer of the humans’ Greek mythology. She has antlers of gold and hooves of brass. Her coat is a dappled color and she is fast, faster than almost any animal in our forest, with the notable exception of Dominic, our resident Alpha werewolf and Lucero, the only Unicorn in existence. She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

Beyond that, the trees are absolutely ancient, towering dozens of feet above my head. This place–this circle–is new. Something used to rest here–a building. A temple, perhaps. Excitement blurs my senses as I begin to search for ruins, ignoring the prickle of unease making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. A twig snaps nearby, followed by the scurrying of something larger than a rabbit but smaller than a wolf, and I jerk back to reality. I just found a hellhound, dead. It wasn’t injured. Something killed it, but how? They don’t just die of old age. They’re immortal souls trapped in bodies mutated by magic–bodies that never belonged to them in the first place.