Hellhounds Mythology Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

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 stood at the edge of a shoreless lake, but it wasn't water that sloshed against my ankles, it was blood, dark and crimson and slowly rising to cover me whole. My lips dropped to scream, but nothing came out, not even a whimper… So I turned to run… A hold clamped around my thighs, another on my ankles, my knees, my wrist. I looked down again, just as hundreds more of them broke the surface, bloody skeletal frames reaching out for me with dripping hands. Their eyes were hollow and dark, and though their teeth clamped shut, they screamed. They held me, drawing me in, pulling me down until I was drowning, widened eyes at the sky for an escape.

she paused as if looking for the exact words, “I was sort of pardoned. I am actually here to get rid of those Demons you were talking about.” “What?” Azrael exclaimed, bewildered. That’s unusual. Namaah is a devoted ally of Lucifer. She has also been the war leader of the Avestan, a race of female warriors descended from Satrina that have been exiled from Heaven. A great warrior and admired leader, forged in the bowels of Hell to torture the guilty for all of eternity, Nae is an arch-demon having served for eons as one of Hell’s head torturers. “I was trying to keep them out of here. Those rogue Demons were trying to attack Constanta since the other day.” Nae replied and gestured while expla

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Daddy, I am cumming!” “Me too, son! Daddy is cumming on your tight pussy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” And as they both reached their destination. Damon is still knocking on the gates of heaven again and again. “Fuck! Daddy is coming again, son! Ohhhhhhhh!” a

I frankly said to them. Everyone packs up their things and gathers their weapon. I summoned my hellhounds to transport us away from my fortress. My hellhounds are the only animal-like creature who can survive hell. Oslec helps me in carrying Aria at the back of the hounds. The rest of them individually hops onto their assigned hellhounds.

“The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.” “What?” That guy was definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. “The hellhound has conquered a bunch of packs already, but not half of the world.” Ethan explained. “Yet,” I interjected. He eyed me but continued. “He’s also reputed to answer to challenges pretty brutally.” “You don’t know how brutal he can get,” Hellhound Girl said to the guys. There was a fire in those eyes that I liked. She was probably imagining them burning at the stake and she enjoyed the idea.

Oh shoot, I facepalm myself, of course they would have never seen these. “Sorry, forgot to warn you. The Hellhounds are bound to my family.” I tell them, shrugging my shoulders. Like it is a known fact, which it is. So none of the Hellhounds will harm any member of my family. Nephthys is the mother of Anubis. Set is his father. In fact, all the Hellhounds are their children. We named them all after the Egyptian gods and goddesses. According to pops he did it to piss them off. They had a falling out thousands of years ago. But the names sort of stuck, so it is tradition now.

Lyra’s stomach twisted violently. She’d heard of them in half-forgotten legends: creatures born of corrupted souls, bound by blood-magic and cursed purpose. Not quite spirit, not quite flesh—made for hunting things like her. Things cursed by birth. “We have to hold the Hollow,” Kaelen said, already moving to the ridge. “The wards weren’t made to stop soul-bound beasts.” Lyra followed, every nerve lit with adrenaline. The Hollow shifted around them—branches curling away, roots retracting as if the forest itself feared what approached. They reached the high ridge just in time to see the first of the monsters step from the tree line.

“You?” “I don’t have any right to call someone else the worst of humanity when I know full well the things I’ve done, and what my father did before me, and his father. I come from a long line of evil.” “Oh? Have you ever killed a kid?” “Define kid.” Ellie shut her eyes again, but only for a few seconds. “I don’t think you should be part of this anymore.” “Being your guard?” “Any of this. You shouldn’t be so close to a family that would have no problem ending your life. If my dad finds out you so much as met Jonathan, that would be enough for you to die. You know that.”