Hellhound Novelas e Histórias

What came through wasn't human. It had been, once. You could tell by the general shape and the way it moved on two legs. But everything else was weird. Its skin had turned gray and leathery, its fingers elongated into claws, and its face stretched into something with too many teeth. A Hollow. Class D anomaly that fed on fear. The crowd started cheering. The Hunter raised his sword. The Hollow circled him, making a clicking sound they made when they were hunting. I'd heard it before during deployments. It usually meant you were about to be attacked.

"We do this together. I am totally done hiding while good people die to protect me." Before Kael could even try to stop me, a growl echoed from the very other side of our boxcar. A massive hound bounded out of the thick fog. It did not look like a normal dog at all. The skin was leathery, hairless, and totally black, its large eyes glowing with the same sickly green light as Morgath’s magic runes. Its jaws were completely unhinged, dripping a thick acidic drool that hissed loudly against the wet gravel stones. It was a Council hunting beast, and it had our exact scent.

The thick, heat-shielded blast doors of the pod blew outward, tumbling across the ruined road. A thick, viscous green gel spilled from the pod, pooling on the hot asphalt. And then, the Hound stepped out. It was a nightmare sculpted from human DNA. It stood nearly eight feet tall, its musculature grotesquely swollen and hyper-dense. Its skin was not flesh, but a overlapping lattice of pale, bone-white cartilage and dark, metallic scales. It had no eyes, only a smooth, sloping dome of thick bone protecting its brain. Deep, jagged gill-like slits lined its neck, flaring aggressively as it processed the chemical and thermal signatures of the air.

The metal of his armor didn't break; it vibrated apart at a molecular level. ​I dove into the fray, my obsidian blade humming with the "Spiral" logic. I didn't fight the Hounds like animals; I fought them like machines. I waited for the "Calculated Pause"—that split-second where the Hound’s processor reset for the next move—and drove my blade into the glowing violet node at the base of its neck. The Hound didn't bleed; it burst into a shower of sparks and black glass, its "soul" returning to the mountain’s central server. ​“They’re trying to separate the twins!” Vaneira screamed from above.

The Final Guardian "Step away, boy." From the shadows, a massive wolf stepped out. He was twice the size of a normal Alpha, his fur matted with dried blood and his eyes glowing a sickly, artificial yellow. This was the Hollower, the Council's personal butcher. He didn't have a pack or a soul; he was just a machine made of muscle and hate. "You think you’re a hero?" the Hollower growled, his voice sounding like rocks grinding together. "You’re just more fuel for the fire. I’ve broken Alphas stronger than you."

​ANG MGA CYBER-HOUNDS NI VANE ​Sa itaas nila, narinig ang nakakangilong huni ng mga makina. Mula sa isang stealth dropship, nag-deploy si Dr. Aris Vane ng kanyang mga bagong alagang hayop: ang Cyber-Hounds. Ang mga ito ay mga lobong binuo mula sa synthetic muscle at Precursor steel, na may kakayahang amuyin ang Hohenberg DNA mula sa layong limang kilometro.

“You must know why I’m here, Leno. I need someone with your skills to help me locate someone and a hellhound. I’m willing to fund any resources you might need. But I need assurance that you’re capable of the task.” Leno met Zane’s gaze without faltering, his voice carrying a calm authority that belied his usual demeanor. “Finding beings like hellhounds is no easy feat. They’re not creatures that leave trails or signs for anyone to follow. But if they’re out there, they can be found—with time and patience.” Lionel, who had been listening intently, leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing Leno. “Patience isn’t a luxury we have. Are y

Lyra inquired, her keen eyes assessing Hazel's reactions. Hazel stuttered in response, and Lyra couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of nervousness—her raised heartbeat and dilated pupils. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken tension as Lyra delved deeper into her inquiry, each moment revealing more than Hazel might have intended. "I was sick. I... fever," Hazel replied. Lyra sensed her vulnerability, recognizing her as merely a human. However, this didn't negate the fact that Hazel could potentially be used as a rogue's pawn to infiltrate the pack.

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

So I fought with my beast and buried the rest. Hollis was a hellhound, and whatever these things were, she was the older and the hungrier fire. She caught one by the back of its neck and black flame rolled down her jaws and over it, and it did not scream like the others. It simply stopped being. The ones nearest her shrank back from the smell of her, which was the first sensible thing I had seen them do. Behind all of us, Dayanara had set her back to the stone and filled both hands with lightning, burning the caustic black off each salamander it splashed before it could eat down to the bone. We were winning it. Slow, one body at a time, but we were winning it,