Hellhound Mythology Novels & Stories

Finally, he said in a quiet voice, “Six hellhounds… and the Minotaur.” “Minotaur?” Arkady asked with a cocked brow. “As in mythology?” James nodded solemnly. “Except those pictures and descrip- tions don’t do it justice. If there hadn’t been four of us, there’s no way it would’ve been run off before it ripped me to shreds.” “But… in myth, didn’t it get killed?” Charlie pointed out. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “apparently, Hades is in the business of

“Finished? How do you kill mythology? Did you bring a weasel or a mongoose? What else did they claim was useful to kill a Basilisk on the internet?” Behind me, Maula gets to his feet, his body finally overcoming the iron nail. I move between both, ensuring not to look the Cockatrice directly in the eye. I’ve no idea if the creature could turn me to stone with a glance, and I’ve no interest in finding out. “I didn’t bring a weasel or a mongoose.” I step into the centre of the room, allowing the Zabaniyya to get behind me. “Will a wolf do?”

Dullahan The Dullahan is a monster from Celtic legend, who rides on a black headless horse carrying his head in his hands, The eyes on the face he carries are swarming with spiders and the sweet smile on his face is drawn almost to his ears. and the flesh on its head has the color of stale cheese. When it stops in front of its victim it screams its name and slowly disappears while sucking in the spirit of its victim. If you see this happening then he will whip or throw blood at you, and that means you are next

It did not matter to me, but I was naturally a curious creature. “Remo,” he called out. My Hellhound appeared immediately and stood proudly in front of Jaxon. “Fury. Davina,” he called out. Maddox’s Hellhound appeared and sat next to Maddox. The other hound that appeared took a seat next to Kalen. My eyes turned towards Sansa, and that was when it all clicked. What did Hellhounds and Nabello demons have in common? Hades, the God of the Underworld, created both. For him to be able to call out to Hellhounds that were not his own, he had to have some type of command. For a Nabello demon to bow her head, that connection left me with one conclusion.

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.

" Witches exist in hell, as well as most of the creatures that humanity repudiates. Hyenna's aquatic creatures, for example, are monsters feared by humanity and exiled by nature itself. You must never have seen the giant and ancestral beast that watches over the waters of the territory of envy. There is much more about hell, besides the creatures you found wandering around your castle. About Hyenna's aquatic creature, I even knew much more than most. The animal had tried to attack me when Lilith” in his attempt to make the pain and fear of dying cause my powers to submerge” drowned me in those waters and abandoned me to my own luck. I had not seen more than a huge mouth ready to attack me, b

He pointed down toward the base of the Spire. In the grey light of dawn, the forest floor was moving. Not with wind, but with bodies. Dozens of them. They weren't wolves, and they weren't human. They were grey-skinned, elongated creatures with eyes like glowing coals. "The Ancient Ones," I breathed. "The ones from the stories." "They are the Hounds of the Void," Malachi said, his face hardening into a mask of lethal intent. "They haven't tasted Primal blood in three centuries. They didn't come for my kingdom, Elara. They came for you."

~Rory~ Mortals that have supernatural powers, humans that could shift into animal forms, walking corpses, and bloodsucking demons. These are the common details of the books I’ve read throughout the entire week. There are tons of literary pieces inspired by these myths. I can’t say that I haven’t heard about witches, werewolves, and vampires before. Every culture has its own version of these folklores, and the Čuvari Tribe is no different. But none of these books speaks of the ritual that Paul was speaking of.

The invisible lines of magic I’ve laid around the house glow a bright and brilliant blue for only a second before fading from view. “It kept that thing out before,” I tell him, though at this moment I can’t recall if I explained the vision to him yet or not. “Tell me: where did you see this before?” “Ireland,” he starts. “Around six hundred AD. I was there with a few other vampires. We went to the shadows for the day and when we awoke that night, the entire town was dead. Humans and animals, ripped apart like they had been killed by wolves. We thought it may have been werewolves, so we spent the night looking for them. We came to a spot in the woods just like the one out there.” He motions t

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted