Hellhound Warhammer Novels & Stories

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.

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

his words sharp and edged with disbelief. Sarai’s heart raced as she dared to peek through the keyhole. Her breath caught in her throat, her sapphire eyes widening in horror. What she saw sent a chill down her spine—Hugo standing amidst the wreckage, his sea-green eyes locked on a monstrous figure she barely recognized. It was a wolf, but not just any wolf. This one had light brown fur with a black patch across its back, its amber eyes glowing with a cruel intensity. The creature stood beside another, darker figure—Malrik—his grin wide with satisfaction.

Xynathius’s POV The continuous blasting of spells by our witches resulted in burning away the cloaking spell and the dismal-looking castle came into full view. Howls of victory went around as witches cheered. Adiyan seemed proud of himself as I saw him running towards the castle. He was going for Karica. As much as I wanted to, I needed to hold the ground here and lead everyone. We fought the hellhounds keeping them away from the witches when Vildus released his army. It had mind-controlled humans which were nothing short of zombies. Their eyes were dazed as they slowly walked towards us.

The elder’s skeletal frame began to shift as he roared, “I’ll show you my true power!” He opened his skeletal jaws and began muttering a strange incantation. Adrian’s eyes narrowed with surprise as a rift opened in the void, and from it emerged another skeletal creature. “What… Is that a hellhound?” Adrian murmured. The creature, resembling a large, menacing dog, trembled with a terrible aura. Adrian recognized it instantly as a hellhound, a beast he had encountered before. The elder looked smug, though momentarily taken aback by Adrian’s recognition. “So you know what it is. That’s right, it’s a hellhound, and a signal that your end has arrived.”

I shiver, and he looks toward the far wall, where the palace rises, casting the Glade in its shadow. *** The inner sanctum of the arena is sickeningly quiet compared to the snarling, screaming carnage taking place in the arena itself. Kaleb crouches in front of me, tying the leather laces of my sandals tight against my calves while I watch the end of the second round over the top of his head. Blood already coats the hot, red dirt. Steam rises from crimson puddles while the two remaining victors battle to the death against a particularly vicious hellhound, I believe. It’s a type of beast I’ve seen before. Hellhounds are rare now in Eastonia, but there’s still a few that roam the Deadlands, fo

But I was startled when Hessuel leapt quickly to a far distance which almost caused my fall! ["The ghost is here again."] Without any second thought, I enchanted Hessuel's armor, "Do your thing!" I instructed, then hopped out from his back. Although Hessuel is attacking the reaper, I still can't see the whole thing. What does Hessuel have that everyone else doesn't? I touch my eyes to navigate another enchantment which resulted in me having the silver wolf's eyes. "Now I see you," I mumbled. It really is a terrifying—tall and skinny reaper without a face.

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.

“The only way to fight these monsters is to crush and exterminate them one by one. “Also, the Historial Helmnor Formation is another annoying skill they possess. “Once a target is trapped in the formation, they enter a realm with an endless sea of Paths. There, they experience multiple illusions and lose a sense of reality. “The person will eventually be completely eradicated inside the formation.” He turned his eyes to Lesia. “Back then, fifteen Great Elders from Hokuwn perished inside the Historial Helmnor Formation. “If it werenʼt because I had the Demonic Body, I might have died in there as well.”