Hellhound Warhammer Novels & Stories

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

With I was able to enter their ranks and chipped off a few of their numbers to discoordinate them. Yelp! Swish! Whimp- The demonic beasts were routed in no time. The dozen or so Demonic Jackals fell on the ground one by one slowly filling the floor with their corpses. The members of the Deck Orders Guild dusted off their hands in confusion. "What was that? Why are they suddenly dying?" Kronos asked. "I don't know, but whatever is happening is definitely working in our favor…" Hally said. "Everyone, maintain your stance! Don't falter!' Hadeon chanted. With that the members morale burned fiercely and they were able to dominate the almost losing fight.

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

" Arrow sounded feral as he spoke. I knew he was trying to keep his wolf under control. "We were just riddled with pain," I explained. "It wasn't ours, it was hers." My mother began to cry. "Goddess, please protect her and the pups," she begged. "Alpha, we may have a lead," a warrior's voice came through. "Tell me," I snarled. "We have found a tunnel, it leads into the abandoned dungeons," he answered. "I thought those had been filled in years ago," my mother exclaimed. "So did I," I questioned looking at my father.

(A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness ) The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is. Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of t

Every step I took left a faint, glowing red footprint that hissed against the silver-rich marble. Kaelen and Lucien landed on either side of me. Kaelen was a statue of obsidian shadow, his white hair a stark contrast to the black leather of his armor. Lucien was a pillar of golden heat, his grey eyes scanning the crowd with a predator's focus. Behind us, the fifty Hallowed warriors—their gold eyes bright with the Sanguine Dawn—formed a defensive semicircle. The Southern wolves went deathly silent. They stared at my ivory skin, my crystalline white hair, and the shimmering red-gold scales that covered my arms and neck. To them, I was a nightmare made flesh.

Monsters are they are, the original creature and its copies swarm over the bulky and strong bully, shredding his body into pieces. “Just exactly what we needed.” Hodor turned his back. “Prepare the army! We are going to have a very bloody war!” he commanded Viller and Jek.

Another from Rainville fell to the jaws of a Hellhound. Still, we held. I saw Kael go down for a heartbeat, his leg caught by the claws of a Stalker, before Vanessa yanked him up with a cry of fury and drove her sword into the beast’s face. I saw Kaida step in front of three warriors, her runes glowing, protecting them from a Nyx Wraith’s deadly screech. And then came the third wave. Larger. Stronger. Unnatural. The Howling Horror returned—two of them this time—and I screamed out a warning, casting a dome of silence over our troops. The creatures landed, shrieking like a banshee, their cries muffled but still shaking the earth.

We stayed there in each other's embrace for quite a while. "Let's back you back downstairs" he said as he pulled away. We came out and found Hashira and three other council members waiting for us. "Plans are underway," said hashira as we resumed walking. "Good. Let me be clear" said Hades as he stopped "Thousand of years I have ruled hell with you all as my companions and confidants. I trust each and everyone of you to do the job that I have asked you to" he started. They all immediately went alert and stiff as he spoke.