Hellhound Warhammer Novels & Stories

Though the house isn't as big as a mansion, the designs and the expensive interior decorations scream money. His fingers trailed along the handrail. He hoped everything would fall into his hands. His powers were no longer put into use but he had trapped them inside him to use soon. It has been a while since he last set foot in the underworld. He missed the sounds of the growling and howling werewolves, especially the wicked cackling of witches that were annoying for him to hear.

The dark hair on his chest was matted with the dirt of the ridge, his claws extending from his knuckles with a wet, heavy click. From the dense spruce forest behind the split boundary stone, the first of the invaders appeared. They were massive, twice the size of Silas’s timber wolves, their bodies wrapped in thick plates of dark iron that had been bolted directly into their flesh. These were the Iron Hounds, the selective breed of the Southern Council, raised in dark caves and fed on nothing but raw meat and sulfur to make them hate their own kind. Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges.

“These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person” His eyes slid over his massive furred body with clear disdain. “The last person to wield this was Behren, the soul render. He split many of us apart, absorbing our essence into the hellblade and sending our weakened forms back. It was a chaotic time, when black magic was used desperately to win the war over Constantinopel. A foolish mistake, since we are not meant to walk here. Once we are set loose, the destruction

"The Star-Gate is at 90%." Suddenly, the tunnel ahead exploded. From the dust, four massive Hounds emerged. They were ten feet tall, their bodies a horrific fusion of wolf-flesh and chrome plating. Their eyes were solid red sensors, and their jaws were lined with laser-cut teeth. "Terminals detected," one of the Hounds said, its voice a synthesized howl. "Commencing deletion." "Marcus, take the others around!" Silas yelled, his shadow-spear igniting in his hand. "Elara and I will handle these!"

She said, squeezing her hand into a fist. “What if I told you that I had a way to get that bastard once and for all?” I said, taking a gamble. Dahlia's eyes shot upward to meet mine in disbelief. “Impossible, nobody has laid eyes on Varen in years.” “Well he's definitely here in Crownshaven. And he's turning my people into undead monsters for his army.” “Army?” Dahlia questioned with a raised brow. “The Bloodhound pack is going to war soon enough, and I hate to say it but Varen and his army might be more powerful than anything you can possibly imagine. “

Still walking at the same painfully slow pace, I kept going and the farther I went, the clearer the strange sounds became. And it wasn't a dog's bark but growls and shrieks. What in the woods is going on!? I questioned in my head, panicking. The next thing I saw haunted my sleep for days. A large bird-like creature with horns and a complete human dentine within its long strong-looking beaks, was attacking a big dog with all its might. Green smoke-like substance was being emitted from its nose. The two creatures fought aggressively with the one with furs trying meticulously to avoid whatever it is that the bird was emitting.

she screamed in agony. I let her go. “Good, now let’s go find her.” I led Sara to Hugo’s house. He wasn’t someone I knew well. We were a few years apart in age, and he wasn’t one of my warriors. During our drive over, I mindlinked the senior warriors on duty to see if any of them had spotted a rogue leaving the territory. One of them mindlinked me back a couple of minutes later to confirm that a rogue had sprinted out of the territory. “If the rogue comes back, grab her, and put her in a cell immediately,” I mindlinked all of the senior warriors. It was around two in the morning when we banged on the door of Hugo’s house. His brother, Rocco, answered it groggily, his eyes shooting open in sh

It was pure white and engraved into its taunt skin was any number of golden grooves and symbols covering every inch of it. "My new pet. You've got your hell hounds, so she has decided to give me a Celestial Hound. They're quite interesting animals, especially when they're starving." Why weren't Zale and my hounds trying to stop this? I jerked my head away to look and froze. Bo had his flames all over the battlefield, the pure black glass trapped my mates away from me just as effectively as I'd been trapped. Zale's attack rose into the sky and struck over and over but this time the balls couldn't make it through.

“It's maddening.” Before I can process his words, his body jerks, releasing a sickening series of cracks as he falls on all fours. His canines elongate, sharp as daggers, and his fingers twist into claws. The red tint I mistook for a trick of the light deepens, his eyes glowing with a feral hunger. His bones shift with a crack as his muscles bulk, fur sprouting across his skin. My face pales as I stare at Liam— No, the wolf in front of me. I take several steps backwards.

I widened my eyes and held my bayonet as tightly as I could, bracing myself for the lethal hit. Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the skies. Then, firepower slammed into the zombie like a whip from the heavens. Heavy autocannons. The rain of ammunition tore the zombie apart before it could even muster a scream. Blood, bones, and viscera rained on me. I raised my head with all the strength I had left. Through the blood and smoke, I saw three gigantic aircraft hovering above me. Three heavy gunships, painted midnight black and bearing the emblem of the nation. Central Command. Military strength two ranks higher than the safe zone camp showed up when I needed it.