Hellhound Mythology Novels & Stories

he replied. "Is that something we have to be worried about?" I asked him. "No, not until it happens again" he replied. I breathed a sigh and crawled up to where he lay, then placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes. "I read one time when was still a student in high school that Hades is also known as Pluto, god of wealth. Is it true?" I asked. "Of course. We are responsible for mining all natural resources that provide wealth. Half of hell is filled with mines where my servants have spent their time mining for golds and diamonds of all kinds.

Hall doesn’t move. “She beheads wolves who break pack laws,” he says quietly. “She burns daughters of the sun who step outside ancient oaths.” Lucian’s eyes move slightly at that. “She leaves a mark,” Hall continues. “Stone pendant shaped like a serpent.” Alexander stiffens almost imperceptibly. Hall sees it. “So,” he says softly. “You recognize it.” I glance at Alexander once. Just once. He straightens. “I recognize mythology,” Alexander replies smoothly. Hall looks back at me.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

I thought she needed me as much as I needed her, but I guess I was wrong. I walk in my house and lock the door. I walk into my room and curl up in my bed. Who would have thought that my family would return and my girlfriend would change her mind about the spell? Maybe I am meant to spend my life alone. What was I thinking when I fell for the first person to not show fear from the sight of me? Maybe I am just a monster like the villagers said three hundred years ago when I killed the Vampire King. I'm the monster who kills monsters and that's all I'll ever be.

I had never seen one that was this fucking big or unique looking. “This handsome boy is Fueyo,” she said, petting his head. “He’s one of this pack’s Hellhounds. I’m not sure how much anyone knows about Hellhounds, but they are guardians. They are Hades’ personal creation, and he chooses who they will become the guardian of. Hellhounds are rare and extremely powerful, so he is very selective of who is blessed with them. This handsome boy is Klayrn’s guardian.” ‘Byron, make a mental note to add all of this shit to the database.’

Haunted woods Golden Summit Pack "In the thick Culloden woods, where the trees stretch high in the sky, blocking out all sunlight, There is a pack of demon wolves who are direct descendants of Hades. They are known as hellhounds. Said to be the fallen soldiers of the goddess brought back to life by the eternal flame to do his bidding. They catch fire when awakened and will burn anything in their wake. It is said that the dense fog is not a fog at all but a thick layer of smoke that hangs low in the forest, making it even more dangerous to venture in. The woods are said to catch fire in the center and never stop burning, but from the outside, you see nothing. The portal to hell is in the cent

Like the plague, Hael's anger washed through Howling, killing dozens in its wake. Pyro's magic was depleting itself quickly under the onslaught of his friend's fury, and sensing his master's struggle, Barghest's howl signaled his hellhound's arrival in Howling. Unfortunately, the boy had only lasted seconds as Hael tore his intestines out, half-crazed by the thoughts of his mate being with another man. For the first time in their lifelong friendship, Pyro doubted his ability to reign Hael in.

Betty and Carol had returned to work for the day and greeted Helen when she arrived to get the key for the limo after borrowing a uniform from one of her colleagues. “Helen, you’re back,” Betty said, giving her an enormous hug. “We were so worried about you when you entered that cocoon. Then Blake’s Ancestors explained you are a Wood Nymph Spirit with many powers; I’m looking forward to seeing them.” “Yes, it was scary initially, but then I felt comfortable within the cocoon. I see you and Carol are in the golden core realm; congratulations. As for my powers, even though I’m Saint realm, I get drained rather easily if I perform large amounts of life force.”

a shiver rippled through Saint's body, and her nose crinkled in disgust, "I thought you'd be in a brighter mood now that he's, you know, probably being tortured by a hellhound in hell and all that." A tendril of satisfaction slithered over my body at the thought. For what he had done, for who he had done it to, the hellhounds were bound to have a field day with him. He would never be able to escape the punishment or the torment they would inflict on him. They were the protectors of all supernaturals. A deal struck between the Gods led to the creation of the hellhounds.

It would be like our love is giving my mate a gift. Baron begins purring as GoldMoon steps out of the forest. I watch as Madelyn’s eyes go wide. “GoldMoon is the Cerynian Hind,” I tell her. “From Greek Mythology? That Cerynian Hind?” she asks. “That’s the one. Although I guess there is some question about whether she was more sacred to the Goddess Artemis in Greek mythology, or to the elves here.” "The elves," both Ailduin and Aolis say together.