Hellhound Mythology Novels & Stories

What about the others? One of the first pieces of information I had given Hades was about the secure enclosure of Hellhounds. He was bound to assume that the pack had returned to his domain to steal souls. “Let’s seek higher ground,” I whispered to Glinda. “Maybe we can see the others.” She ran through the trees, and I swore that some of the branches were trying to reach for us. A few grabbed my arm but snapped off as we passed. My breath turned shallow. Even the dead trees in Hell were hostile.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

That meant getting down to our latest problems. Quade had contacted a Hellhound he knew. The way hellhounds were created was rather a disturbing event. They weren't born like werewolves or fae. They were turned similarly to vampires. As a vampire, you were technically already dead, a cold, hard shell walking around using other people's blood to stay alive. Hellhounds were the same in the sense of the human being dead, only once dead, the spirit of a Hellhound would possess the mortal body which in turn kept the body and human functional.

“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

Dominic had asked and looked at me. "Hellhounds are black demon dogs cloaked in black smokey gas that takes the shape of a dog and has red eyes. They gather the souls for me when it's time to take them to the afterlife," Jippies explained. "They are perfectly harmless unless a malicious soul doesn't follow the rules; Hellhound will chase them down until they surrender." "Then do you mean a hellhound was going against you and chased this woman?" Jippies nods his head at my question. "I raised those Hellhounds since they were pups. To think a wild Hellhound left the Demon Realm to chase a human when her time isn't up yet. It's strange indeed."

“What do you want to call this group?” “Well… the Knitting Circle?” Aricka looked at the horrified look on Yolanda’s face and then burst out in laughter. “I’m kidding that’s horrid! Nah, I figure we’ll have a few males noses out of whack being made up of all females so… Let’s see… common insult would be…” “Bitch.” “Yup, and what’s the meanest bitches in all mythology?” “Valkyries?” “No, Hell Hounds! Think about it. There can’t be anything meaner than a Mama Hell Hound.”

Hadrian informed them. “They could be like us.” Colby hinted. “Perhaps, better,” Hadrian raised an eyebrow. “A Hellion is a supernatural creature created by a witch to do her desires. It can hypnotize people, make them forget everything they know about themselves, manipulate their minds, remind them of their worst memories and make them feel anguish. It can read minds and it is only vulnerable to what we call the ancestral blade.” “It reads the mind. No wonder, he was able to know what I was thinking and that's how he found out that you were supernatural.” Amaya proposed narrowing his eyes to Colby.

The words erupted from my chest in an intense, predatory roar. But her scent had vanished. Rain began to pour, interfering with any chance of tracking her trail. When I caught the smell of danger nearby, my fur bristled. I closed my eyes and heightened my Lupine instincts. There were rogue wolves lurking within the forest. More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound.

She kept her attention drawn towards the page the entire moment she flanked the pages of the Journal. Finally, after passing through so many Pages, Cassie smile as her eyes darted towards the Content of the Journal with the title "The Few Supernaturals With The Ability To Seal Their Scent And Imprint" Cassie heaved as she read, at First, she came across a saying that said, "The Hellhound, also known as the Black Dog or Bearer of Death is a specie of amortal Supernatural Spirit who possess the body of human. Been the Guardian of the Supernatural World, a being known as the Harbinger of Death, the Hellhound possess Pyrokinetic and Thermokinetic Powers which helped in Covering it's tracks, scen

evil. Their teeth, with longer, sharper fangs than I’ve ever seen before, drip of crimson blood before they’re anywhere near us. Their bodies are twisted, wrong, unnaturally. They’re not exactly wolves, but they’re not any other creature I’ve seen before. Freyja gasps in the shared mind-link, her silver wolf running forward to stand by Lyra’s red wolf. ‘He has created hell hounds,’ she says in the shared mind-link, and the words echo heavily in my head.