Hellhound Oc Maker Novels & Stories

However, this was nothing more than child’s play in front of Fennel. Before the Hellhound’s punch could even reach half a meter in front of Fennel, a black light magnified in his eyes. With a biting killing intent, the sharp blade flashed across his eyes! Swish! The sword rose, and the hand fell. The Hellhound’s right fist was chopped off under the dark flash of the blade and flew out in midair. A bit of green mechanical liquid splattered and revealed the electronic equipment and parts inside! Other than his brain and some key parts that were still human, the rest of these Hellhounds had mechanical organs that had been artificially modified!

“What is with the ‘’we`` and ‘’us`` talks? Who the hell is he and why is he even here Asmodeus. I don’t want to deal with all of this right now. How long was I even dead and what the hell is going on with the mate bond it’s driving me crazy!” Odeus and Asmodeus exchanged a look before Odeus let out a defeated sigh and walked himself to the corner of the room and took a seat to give me some breathing room which k greatly appreciated. “Odeus is my other …he is my Hellhound. Losing you just drove me crazy and I could no longer bear the thought of walking the earth doomed for an eternity without you so I found a loophole around the prophecy that was keeping us apart . I split myself into werewol

Jack huffed. "We have to go out more. When you come back from your parents, we go lady hunting! We were 22; we are not getting younger here!" He yelled out and pushed a fist in the air, which got him some weird looks from the other classmates. Adom sent them an apologetic gaze and slapped Jack's shoulder. "You can also just say it! Not everyone has to know!" Jack whispered and yelled out. But he did give it some thought. He wanted to find a cute omega too.

"Shut the fuck up, Ollie!" Oliver laughed, but then his expression softened, his gaze turning analytical as he looked at me. "But seriously, Theo. You said you went to the Cupid Den to find an Omega to fix yourself?" "Yeah," I sighed, my voice suddenly heavy. "And nothing happened. The Omega was perfect, vanilla scent, totally willing. But I was completely cold. My body wouldn't even register him." Oliver went quiet, his playful demeanor vanishing. He sat cross-legged on the mattress, chewing on his bottom lip. "An Alpha's body doesn't just reject Omegas, Theo. Not unless... oh. Oh, no."

Nolan growled, stepping closer to me. Lena's eyes glittered with satisfaction, like she'd gotten exactly the reaction she wanted. "Keep telling yourself that." She glanced at me one last time, her expression softening into something almost genuine. "Be careful who you trust, little omega. Not everyone's intentions are as noble as they seem." "That's enough," Nolan growled, stepping closer to Lena. His eyes flashed gold, and for a split second, I could have sworn I saw something shift beneath his skin—something wild and barely contained.

The head was featureless except for intricate pattern that Tirana couldn't make out the details from where she stood. Driven by curiosity, Tirana got down one level of the catwalk and took a good look on the ore processing. The trucks carrying the alien ores dispersed to tall, towering machineries that molded the ore to a specific design and use. Tirana noted that there were ones used for creating container interior husks and the others were for smaller, usable equipment like accessories, bullets or bladed weapons.

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

Seriously, werewolf hormones shouldn’t be this quick and wild at such an inappropriate time. I stood on tip toes, trying to look past the man obscuring my view. Once I did, I gasped at the horror of the sight. Zanicus’ eyes had turned full blood-red, and his canines protruding over his lip with abnormal length, and his claws looked like he had been digging land with his nails colored pitch black. Hunter immediately took a step back, blocking me from taking a step further with his big arm. “She was born for a purpose,” his voice coming out dangerously soft, like the sound of the wind brewing before a thunderous storm.