Hellhound Myth Novels & Stories

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

He snapped, "Get away from me! Stay back and don't come near me!" Andrew retreated step by step, keeping his hunting knife pointed at the creature. "Everyone, back away slowly. Don't make any sudden movements that might disturb it." Chantelle backed away, her voice trembling. "Mr. Lloyd, what the hell is that thing? All those Deathbugs just vanished when it showed up! You're telling me this freak's worse than the bugs?" Andrew watched the monster's constantly rotating head and took a deep breath before explaining, "It's a Night Hag—an evil creature only mentioned in ancient texts. Legend says they were created by ancient sorcerers who force-fed corpse maggots to young women while they were s

Her fears were now projecting to me, verifying my own worries, and I knew whatever she was about to tell us wasn’t going to be good. “Do you know what it was?” Angelica asks her, and my grandmother sits the journal down that was in her hands, before she says, “I fear I do.” As her eyes remain on me, making me wonder why she was hesitating to say what it was, but then she finally says, “The creature is known as a hellhound, and its master is no other than Hades.”

"I don't know exactly what it is but it doesn't have a cure. But it's all a myth, I can't believe this is real.” “I don't understand what's happening.” Keondra frowned. “What are you talking about?” “Verdugo is a myth. A monster who possess the cursed venom. History has it that he once attacked the whole Vroudia, and won. How is that even possible? But then, we were meant to believe they are only stories, we were told they were lies. Parents tell their children these stories to entertain them, after all these years, how is this even possible?” Hilda studied her like she was some kind of experiment.

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.

A bear of a dog is licking my face – or rather, the blood dripping out of the open wounds in my face – while something close is making a hissing sound like a pit of snakes. I drag my ass through the muddy bank and scream. Another dog turns to snarl at me and then a third, till my brain registers that all three heads are attached to the same giant, thickly-muscled neck. {Kerberos}. Greek mythology from high school floods over me and I whimper. {The Hellhound. Sibling to the monsters Chimaera and Hydra}.

This will be at the top of the report to the Federation when I return home. If I return. King has found a way to capture the monsters and study them. Even if I don't agree, I need to pull my big girl panties up and discover everything I can about them. I walk closer almost mesmerized and for some reason my fear recedes. We call them hounds because they run on all fours. That's the only resemblance these creatures have to any type of canine. Their jaws are enormous, the teeth made for biting and shredding, the jaw itself made for pulverizing bone, wood, and even concrete. Our only protection has been steel sheets welded into the walls and floors of our compounds. With enough hellhounds they c

Dracula couldn't see the darkness in the triplets, although they came from hell but that doesn't mean they're compatible against creatures in the hidden world. Lady Sif knew what Dracula was thinking and she scoffed lightly "You're doubting my pets?" She asked and Dracula raised an eyebrow in respond. She scoffed and walked a step towards him "The hellhounds are one of the devilish creatures that has ever walked the planet thousands of years ago, I believe you know the casualties caused by their previous emergence." She said asking.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

The Beast, however, took far more than Matthew’s sadness, it also took his soul. In this respect, the Beast of Dunballan is not dissimilar to the legend of the Cù-Sith, the giant black dog of the Highlands, a harbinger of death who carries away the souls of the dead. Whereas the Cù-Sith is a psycho-pomp, a mythical figure who conveys the souls of the dead to the afterlife much like the Grim Reaper, the Beast of Dunballan didn’t take Matthew’s soul to the afterlife or, if it did, it didn’t leave it there.