Hellhounds Mythology Novels & Stories

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

That kind of energy is bound to attract paranormal creepy crawlers like maggots to rotting flesh. But most people call those scavengers demons, especially if they have strong religious beliefs, like the Blotters and Father Thompson. Religions aren’t exactly prone to middle grounds. Everything’s black or white, so whatever doesn’t fit in the good lane is labeled as evil. I had the idea that demons are into living souls, not stagnant residual energy, no matter how foul, and that was why I thought we were most likely dealing with a scavenger. And I could only pity this entity, born to feed on echoes of pain, fear and violence, prisoner in a house so full of love and good memories. Of course it

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.

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.

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.

They were written by various physicians, historians and hunters. Some myths said that the first in sighting of lycanthropes were in Gilgamesh, wherever that was, in 2100 BC. Other myths said that lycanthropes were seen around 425 BC, in Greece. They were a magical tribe called the Neuri, who could transform into wolves. Nadine paled at some of the rituals that the Acardians had practiced, where they sacrificed humans to their wolfgod. She decided that that was enough. History wasn't pretty.