Hellhound Parrish Novels & Stories

The transformation. Hellen had been hired to be the personal physician for the agents in the Para Unit. When you went out and fought monsters, you could return with some rather…unusual wounds. Instead of explaining vamp bites and shifter claw marks to the local hospital staff, Patrick had wanted her to take care of his men and women.

A trace of him throughout history, as what he hears from Mark now, he does not believe that there is any being other than him on the face of this earth who knows about it. And Mark hastened to complete his story: "After about thirty years since the disappearance of your aunt Helen, who everyone believed had passed away many years ago, your father managed to monitor their whereabouts and launch an attack on them at once. From the people of Zachary who plan to attack us, he even made several fake raids on his people to think that the mercenaries of Zachary's people are attacking them. The one you took care of before your father hid it completely after the death of your grandfather Hardin, anno

Aricka thanked her lucky stars that Hilda was someone that could go with the flow and didn’t want to kill her before noon. Within half an hour, the first of the Hell Hounds came in through the kitchen’s back door. “Hello, Oh, Fearsome Leader. Let me get something warm to drink and some of those cinnamon rolls. ‘Tis the season for cinnamon and sugar.” Aricka just looked at Aria and deadpanned, “You haven’t slept, have you?” “Sleep is for the wicked. I was killing it before your lovely summons.” “Oh, you are so going to suffer today, aren’t you?”

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

She lifted her small hands to the lady with her five fingers spread apart. "You're back again?" Willy, the store owner we met a week ago, smiled at me. I backed away as he moved out of the register to join me. His towering height was unbelievable. He offered a hand to me, which I accepted to shake. I held my breath at how his huge hand engulfed mine. Our skin complexion was a great contrast. I shy away at my pale skin. "We're here to get her first puppy. Mr. Bello decided it's better to adopt than to buy a pet."

SILAS The piece of shit died before I made it out of town. I threw the door open and slammed it shut, my hand gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. “Fuck!” The roar echoed into the night, my voice raw and frayed. I kicked the front tire hard enough to send a jolt straight up my leg, but the pain wasn’t enough. Not even close. Riley was gone. Taken. By him. Orin didn’t just hunt werewolves. He made a sport of it—stalking them, breaking them, killing them. And he’d gotten Riley. My gut twisted at the thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my scalp as I yanked at my hair.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound “And they have the ability to control hellfire just like Riley does, and they are always tormented with death” Hearing the last part, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had always seen people die in my dream, and I had thought I was cursed but I was in fact a hellhound who sees death.

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.