Hellhound Warhammer Novels & Stories

It was dark, so the warrior couldn't see her friend, but she didn't have time, because at that moment the bushes began to move even more strongly than before. The entire forest seemed to be on high alert and vibrating strongly. Lyra looks around, hoping to see something that would give her a clue about who was there, until some elves with great hostility start coming out of the bushes in front of her. They had weapons in their hands and were heading straight for Lyra. "Elves! Let me introduce myself before you make a hasty decision," exclaims Lyra. "A werewolf! You don't need to introduce yourself! You gave us your introduction a long time ago, finishing off members of our species. But now y

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

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.

"I'm counting at least fifteen new Apollo and one heavily modified Goliath." "That has to be Harlow," I announced. Though I didn't have a scope like Alyx, my Crusader's cameras picked up the brown shape moving downriver towards us. "I have an idea," I stated, "but it's a risky one." I marched my Crusader down the street approaching the edge of the mining district. I could see the enemy below, just waiting for the kill order. A massive Goliath dominated the middle of the swarm, brown armour laden with six massive railguns. It had to be Harlow.

Monster: Oakwood Forest Fire Hound Monster Level: 26 Health: 35,000/43,000 Attack: 210 Defense: 90 Skills: Intimidating Roar, Fire Breath, Rabid Bite, Claw Strike, Fire Fang The archer watched as Kirou narrowly dodged the attacks of the five hounds while retaliating with a few punches to their snouts. It may have been a misconception on the archer's part, but he could swear that the fire hounds seemed to be reacting strangely after being punched. That, coupled with a few damage figures floating above the fire hounds' heads, allowed the archer to deduce that Kirou's gloves probably inflicted a status effect that results in health loss on their targets. As for whether it is poison damage, blee

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.

He looked at her face. "You memorized the bloodline hierarchy for tonight," he said. She stopped two feet from him. "How do you know that?" "Because you're not nervous." He held her gaze. "Which means you prepared until the nerves had nowhere to stand." Nora said nothing for a moment, because that was accurate in a way she didn't particularly want to confirm out loud. "The Harlow bloodline," she said instead. "Third rank. They have a treaty dispute with Vael that's been unresolved for sixty years. Do I acknowledge it or not if it comes up?"

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

So she is often persive as the bad guy or villian instead of a saviour or hero. She was escorted by one of her Mates which is named Herald Contis, a sentinel of one of the elders. He is responsible for the updates and affairs of the Panel. He is a Alpha Gilgamesh so to say. But it isn't confirmed to that he is one. But rumors say that he was once a intelligence and wise that led the army of the Great war between Khar'var and Qwelin against its invaders that were the Vlad, a bhampirs clan that sabotages or demolishes every werewolves pack into extinction. They were pure evil but again they have been fighting the same wars again and again relatively that it's hard to say or side with a either

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.