Hellhound Name Generator Novels & Stories

Standing before me is a creature with no likeness to the Gnolls I have confronted before. It's quite obvious from the sheer aura spilling out of it that this beast was the leader of the dungeon. [Gnoll Duelist-Mystic rank] [Named monster- Krogen] Class- Vampiric Hound Level 68 HP-2500 CON-250 ATK-345 STR- 115 DEF-87 DEX-16 Speed-55 AGI-55

I asked conversationally. "I'm not participating in this." He groused. Chuckling, I turned back to my phone. I had pulled up some names from the internet. "How about... Zeus? Or Aries?" I threw out there, thinking a God's name would suit such a magnificent creature. The wolf-dog grumbled and laid his head down on his paws, as if stating those were boring. "Alright." I mumbled, continuing to look. "What about Horus, or Ra?"

"Shown by appointment." John Wilson was the agent's name. "I wonder if he's related to Asshole Wilson? I asked myself. Asshole Wilson was a guy I went to high school with. His actual name was Walter. I have called him Asshole and a few thousand other less than flattering names since I found out it was him that ruined the last month of high school and banished me from California for seven years. Asshole had wanted to take Crystal MacGreggor to the prom. He wanted her for his girlfriend. Problem was she was dating me and had agreed to go to the prom with me.

Bonnie screamed as Eliza dangled from the strange creature’s arm. A spiraling portal opened in front of them and Soundhound stepped through with another jellyfish-like Kaiju following him. “Why, hello, ladies,” Soundhound greeted them with a devilish smirk. “Who are you?” Eliza demanded and was rewarded with a squeeze to her ribs by the Kaiju. “My name is Soundhound. Let us make a deal.” Bonnie and Soundhound squared off as Eliza stayed as still as possible so the jellyfish Kaiju would release his tight grip around her ribs.

He didn’t hesitate to give her a reply. “My Chief Soul Weapon. Its name is Harbinger of Chaos. Harch for short. And I might say that it suits me quite well.”

And Zane had no idea who he was really up against. Later, Zane was in his study, pouring over ancient texts on hellhounds, trying to piece together any information that might help him track them. The hellhounds were creatures of the underworld, summoned only by a powerful ritual, one that required blood—specifically, the blood of the intended target. Someone close to Cana had set this in motion, someone who had betrayed them

Both of them leaned against me and listened. "The natural order of the wolfing world, is Alpha Beta and Omega. However there was a fourth, the fourth represented something dark and eternal. A being so dark that people called it the devil dog, or the black wolf. But in our world, we call it...the hellhound. The human's believed that the hellhound was a three headed dog of Hades. However, the hellhound was not the name for a three headed dog, but three seperate wolves. two of the wolves were twins, their names were Sozen and Ozai."

The memory of yellow eyes in the forest, the way he’d stepped aside. “I don’t know.” Ronan studied me. “Rogues don’t spare unknown wolves. Especially not untrained ones.” “He said… they would kill me for breathing.” Ronan went still. “That’s a Council phrase,” he said quietly. My stomach dropped. “So they already knew about me.” “Yes.” “How?” His gaze flicked away for the first time. “There are records. Bloodlines. Scents that don’t disappear.” “Like mine.” “Like yours.”

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 would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.