Hellhound Warhammer Novels & Stories

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

The demons all brought weapons of their own, as well as the angels, along with each one's natural powers. Fireballs were shot from one side to the other, arrows were flung in all directions, in some places, there was hand-to-hand combat taking place, making it hard to tell which soul was the demon and which was the angel. I saw Hex in his wendigo form, skeletal with patches of fur and the skull of a woodland creature on its neck. He was tearing people in half as they charged at him, having them disappear and leaving only dust behind. I looked around frantically for Abby, but the scene surrounding me suddenly turned blurry, and only a familiar voice snapped me back to my senses.

Holly screams, “ANGELS READY.” Angus commands his armies, “ARCHERS, CATAPULTS READY.” Gabriel takes his place on Dagahra next to me and shouts, “DRAGONS AND MASTERS READY.” I look at the Under Realm army which reaches as far as my eyes can see. I look at the dark humans, demons, 4 horsemen, and all the creatures from hell. I put my sword forward and Thorn shoots towards the enemy. I can hear everyone behind me follow as I scream, “ ATTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK.”

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

DEWOK KINGDOM THERAK PALACE Darkness lurks round Therak palace revealing two huge creatures which had horns that burned with red flames, they also had long claws and fangs as their body burned with green fire Therak formed an evil grin as this huge creatures stood before him, he clicked his finger and stirred on his feets “Your kind are rare to find, you are the HUDDIMHOUNDS, created from the dark potion of seer of Argedon, you are much more powerful hellhounds, do not fail me??”He said with a Stern look as the latter shuddered at his words “Bring me the boy who yields the dagger, I want him alive,do not fail me this time or you won’t live to tell the story!!!” Therak stated within gnash tee

He clearly thought that he had the upper hand because his side outnumbered what he saw from our side. “You might want to rethink that smirk,” I cooed to him. A mighty howl was released from me, the signal for everyone to join us. Portals opened, allowing all of our people to come through. Hellhounds flooded the grounds, already having been given their commands earlier. Then we had the warrior wolves from Selene that descended from the sky. They released a singular roar the moment that their paws touched the ground. Draxthi’s smirk immediately disappeared as he took in the scene before him.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Cory said narrowing his red eyes at the demon guards. After Jared, Cory was the third in command in hell so as their king, Lucifer and second in command Dracula wasn't in hell at the moment he was the one charge. The guards finally disappeared leaving Cory alone with the prisoners. As soon as the guards were gone Cory appeared inside the cell and slapped both Shira and Xena hard across their cheeks that they fell hard on their butts. “ Are you two nut, what did you think you were doing by poisoning Dracula's glass of blood ” Cory said angrily.

The host must defeat the attackers and discover who is behind them. [Reward - Deathwing Angel hatch time is decreased by 50%] How the hell?