Hellhound Mythology Novels & Stories

I’m looking over the meeting minutes and ticking places off the map when Tru’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, “Would the Willow know where to find the stone?” I pause for a moment. Willow is considered the spirit of the forests and trees. She’s old and wise and knows many things. Anything that happens close to trees, she will see it. Speaking with her is dangerous. Humans and other creatures have destroyed many different forests. Special huldra were created to protect her. The huldra would begin to sing if a man entered the forest where Willow dwells. The intruder would follow the sound, and the huldra would lure them deeper into the forest. Then if the man was lucky, he is given a quick d

He was a bit surprised. Chu Xun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "It's a Three-Headed Hellhound. The Pluto God is a ghostly creature created by filthy. It's said that the Three-Headed Hellhound is responsible for guarding the Gate of Hell. I didn't expect Hadith to summon it." "Immortal Emperor Chu, you have offended a god. You deserve to die a thousand times. I bestow you the death penalty." Hadith's voice came from the dog's mouth in the middle head of the Three-Headed Hellhound.

Definitely Noah's son. "But, what no one knew was that there was a fourth one. One that is even above the alpha. The Greek mythology called him many names, like the bearer of death, Hades's dog..." "Was he a Lycan?" Kieth asked. "Sort of...he was more powerful than a Lycan alpha." Kieth's eyes widen, "What was he called then?" I moved a little closer and whispered, "He was called..." I moved a little closer "The Hellhound."

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.

“Well, one of the little beasts looks like it survived one of our experiments. So here it is, a soul bonded to hell; a hellhound!” This could not be entirely true. This was a legend our Mother used to tell us we were kids. Hellhounds don’t exist, do they? I felt thrown back into my childhood days. Every night we had fallen asleep with one of her stories without Father knowing. He would have said that we were too big to be told such tales. But that was what Mother said: that they were just tales, legends, and nothing more. When we first drew my blood and mixed it with one of our potions, I still didn’t believe that some creature would come out of it, but it did. So we decided to use them in o

I tugged his arm, pulling him away from Quinn in utter amazement. He made the man submit. Up until this point I'd only ever seen two people able to do it. Ryder, who was his alpha, and myself. It only meant one thing. Mordecai was bound to be like me, if not more powerful. Dusk's temper was for a reason, he was an old wolf. Hellhounds were almost always killed off before maturity, and those that survived were never allowed to procreate. That meant the souls were all jumbled up for hundreds upon thousands of years with no host to let them live their cycle since the council stepped up.

“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.

And a mad one at that. The Hellhound, they called him. Even though he was important, he was known to go on certain missions with his underlings though those particular ones were usually very specific. Anyone who ever got a visit by the New York Mafia with him being there meant they had done something terrible and could not live to the next day.

As a result, Ding Hao had neglected these little details and not realized the truth. "Ah ha, I got it! Blackie is indeed the offspring of the Three-headed Heavenly Hound... The Three-headed Heavenly Hound was a strange mythic beast in legends. Although not one of the 36 Big Dipper Beasts or 72 Earth Demon Beasts, it had a terrible bloodline and brutal strength. It was also one of the ferocious creatures of the Archean Period. They say that a full-grown Three-headed Heavenly Hound can devour the sun and the moon, and even Devils. These hounds were later subdued by the God of Death and became the guardians of the only passage from Hades to the mortal realm. Their three heads represent loyalty,

"But in recent centuries, after the medieval era and the witch hunts, a lot has changed, as the other races have begun to fight back and also to hide better among the human environment, or they have simply created or gone to other dimensions... Some examples were the creation of Avalon, hidden in the mists, or Atlantica, hidden in the depths of the sea." Unlike Achilles, I love to learn more, and now I understand why Hyperion respects Khalid, the way the vampire speaks is as if he were on those occasions. "Um... Did you already exist when these things happened?" Sophia asked. "Ah aha, not all of them, but yes, I'm old..." Khalid smiled. "But my Master was in many of them, I learned a lot fro