Novelas y relatos de Hellhound

“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.

"Not far." A loud crash interrupted me. A creature burst through the window of a nearby pharmacy. It landed on the road, scattering broken glass. Its body resembled a dog, but its legs were unnaturally long. Black spikes protruded from its back, and its mouth stretched almost to its chest. The System appeared. [Mutated Hound detected.] [Level: 3.] I almost sighed in relief. Compared to the Blood Moon Ravager, this thing was nothing. "Stay behind me."

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

She shivered as she walked, enjoying the view. As she was walking, she came to the second hideout the girls planned to use. The hideout was a large treehouse of sorts. One of the giant trees had died decades ago and had been hollowed out by weather and wild animals. The roots branched out above ground and made a hilly path around the tree. Underneath one of the roots, there was a small hole where a person could easily slide inside if they were small enough. Susanna tried to slide inside the hole and found she fit easily. She slid back out, making sure to drop her scent along the way. She wanted the Kreil to see the tree and scope it out on their way through.

He had cerulean blue eyes that looked bright and warm and dreamy and kind, never arrogant or cocky like Hunter Ysrael. I heard the girls scream once again. They were screaming so loud that it hurt my sensitive hearing. Unlike other werewolves, my hearing was more extreme. So extreme that I could even hear everyone's private conversations all at the same time. I consider it a special ability of mine to be able to use my strong hearing when and however I wanted it. I can choose to block out people's voices, noises, and sounds I didn't want to hear, especially if they were noises that only talked about that playboy Hunter. I got tired of hearing about him all day from everyone's mouths that onc

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."

She felt her father’s hand hover over her exposed neck, the tips of his claws trailing over her skin, before he sunk them deep into the flesh. She roared silently, eyes blazing with her beast, as his claws made contact with the top of her spine and the base of her skull. Her body froze as did his as the connection was made. Eyes closed as she watched images flow beneath her eyelids. Her fear and distrust seeping into the display as she displayed the new scents at their borders, the suspicious activity she would pick up on now and again. It was enough to put her paranoia into override, her beast never at peace within her. Constantly pacing, constantly bloodthirsty.