Hellhounds Mythology Novels & Stories

“We could call the den Hades and since the pack is already the Tartarus Pack it’s only befitting that---” “Hmm, who would have thought?” Gaia snickered, holding her mates a little closer as she smiled at Ashley, who happily grinned back. “That Hell’s Alpha was this kind of man?” Who would have thought indeed…?

~Rory~ Mortals that have supernatural powers, humans that could shift into animal forms, walking corpses, and bloodsucking demons. These are the common details of the books I’ve read throughout the entire week. There are tons of literary pieces inspired by these myths. I can’t say that I haven’t heard about witches, werewolves, and vampires before. Every culture has its own version of these folklores, and the Čuvari Tribe is no different. But none of these books speaks of the ritual that Paul was speaking of.

I turned the heels of my foot to walk out from there but- He said that he need to treat his wounds by me without any police's interference, it might be a severe injury if police is coming into picture at any case. I sighed frustratedly and went into the dark building, hoping I would find him somewhere. I passed through doorless opening of the building, it felt like I crossed an invisible shield and entered in a cold aura. With the help of my flashlight I witnessed some smoothie thick spider webs, lizards, bats, grey wool furred grubby rat and what not expected in a typical rumoured haunted place.

After the Gate of Life slowly opened, six Hellhounds rushed out in succession. For some reason, she repeatedly summoned Hellhounds recently. This kind of demonic beast was very fierce and powerful. The situation immediately changed after these Hellhounds joined the battle. Each Hellhound was the equivalent of the Strong at the final stage of the Voiding Realm. In addition, they had no fear of death at all. After being bitten by these Hellhounds, the guards immediately screamed, threw their weapons, and fled in every direction. "This..." Zhangsun Lan was completely scared out of her wits. She had thought that it would be a simple affair of catching her husband committing adultery. She didn't

He was a bit surprised. Chu Xun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "It's a Three-Headed Hellhound. The Pluto God is a ghostly creature created by filthy. It's said that the Three-Headed Hellhound is responsible for guarding the Gate of Hell. I didn't expect Hadith to summon it." "Immortal Emperor Chu, you have offended a god. You deserve to die a thousand times. I bestow you the death penalty." Hadith's voice came from the dog's mouth in the middle head of the Three-Headed Hellhound.

He pointed down toward the base of the Spire. In the grey light of dawn, the forest floor was moving. Not with wind, but with bodies. Dozens of them. They weren't wolves, and they weren't human. They were grey-skinned, elongated creatures with eyes like glowing coals. "The Ancient Ones," I breathed. "The ones from the stories." "They are the Hounds of the Void," Malachi said, his face hardening into a mask of lethal intent. "They haven't tasted Primal blood in three centuries. They didn't come for my kingdom, Elara. They came for you."

I’m about to ask what is wrong when I hear several growls from one direction and a stomping sounds like hoofs from the other. “Mathias?” I question nervously and bring Seneca against me, protectively cradling her. “Hellhounds.” He growls, and turns the other way, “Nightmare horses.” He hisses. Bright red beady eyes peer from behind trees and bushes, the menacing growls and snarls of the hellhounds echo around us. I knew what these creatures could do. They were different looking from the demon dogs, but still just as dangerous and their pheromones could send even the strongest foggy in the brain.

he asks and I look down and fidget with my fingers and bite my lower lip until I taste the metallic taste of blood. “He is the hound of hell, the son of Loki and the giantess Angrbooa. The brother of Hel herself.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Well, that’s the myth. But no, have you heard about the Moon Goddess, Selene?” Yes, I have. Nodding my head. I’m not lying. I’ve read books about werewolves and their deity, Selene. “Well, Fenrir is the twin brother of Selene. Now he isn’t the hound of hell. He is the God of hell. The Harbinger of Death.” Why is he telling me this?

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

Dominic had asked and looked at me. "Hellhounds are black demon dogs cloaked in black smokey gas that takes the shape of a dog and has red eyes. They gather the souls for me when it's time to take them to the afterlife," Jippies explained. "They are perfectly harmless unless a malicious soul doesn't follow the rules; Hellhound will chase them down until they surrender." "Then do you mean a hellhound was going against you and chased this woman?" Jippies nods his head at my question. "I raised those Hellhounds since they were pups. To think a wild Hellhound left the Demon Realm to chase a human when her time isn't up yet. It's strange indeed."