Hellhounds Mythology Novels & Stories

And a mad one at that. The Hellhound, they called him. Even though he was important, he was known to go on certain missions with his underlings though those particular ones were usually very specific. Anyone who ever got a visit by the New York Mafia with him being there meant they had done something terrible and could not live to the next day.

It did not matter to me, but I was naturally a curious creature. “Remo,” he called out. My Hellhound appeared immediately and stood proudly in front of Jaxon. “Fury. Davina,” he called out. Maddox’s Hellhound appeared and sat next to Maddox. The other hound that appeared took a seat next to Kalen. My eyes turned towards Sansa, and that was when it all clicked. What did Hellhounds and Nabello demons have in common? Hades, the God of the Underworld, created both. For him to be able to call out to Hellhounds that were not his own, he had to have some type of command. For a Nabello demon to bow her head, that connection left me with one conclusion.

a shiver rippled through Saint's body, and her nose crinkled in disgust, "I thought you'd be in a brighter mood now that he's, you know, probably being tortured by a hellhound in hell and all that." A tendril of satisfaction slithered over my body at the thought. For what he had done, for who he had done it to, the hellhounds were bound to have a field day with him. He would never be able to escape the punishment or the torment they would inflict on him. They were the protectors of all supernaturals. A deal struck between the Gods led to the creation of the hellhounds.

As a result, Ding Hao had neglected these little details and not realized the truth. "Ah ha, I got it! Blackie is indeed the offspring of the Three-headed Heavenly Hound... The Three-headed Heavenly Hound was a strange mythic beast in legends. Although not one of the 36 Big Dipper Beasts or 72 Earth Demon Beasts, it had a terrible bloodline and brutal strength. It was also one of the ferocious creatures of the Archean Period. They say that a full-grown Three-headed Heavenly Hound can devour the sun and the moon, and even Devils. These hounds were later subdued by the God of Death and became the guardians of the only passage from Hades to the mortal realm. Their three heads represent loyalty,

“And this one is Venus. They’re Hellhounds whose duty is to be guardians to the ones that Hades chooses. They’re powerful creatures, which is why he is selective in whom he picks.” Wow. Of course, I have heard about Hellhounds, but I never imagined that I would ever see one. My father had told me stories about the strength of their species. I knelt down in front of Venus and held my hand out to her so that she could take in my scent. Jackson had passed Leo back to Chris and followed my lead with letting Roman become acquainted with his scent. “What do they eat? What are their needs?” I asked Klayrn.

She smiles at the dark clouds, her red eyes rimmed with a small silver-ish circle around the pupil. Kohl describes her as a woman who was unforgiving. She never forgets, nor forgives. What she does is pray for the person's downfall, to the pits of hell. That was her revenge style. Kohl did not like her revenge style. Because, the Basilisk is a deity between the lands of hell and earth. In her basement, a dungeon built 297 years ago, is abode to over a thousand lost men and women whom she once performed 'justice'.

I couldn't help imagining them as maybe commanders and generals when they were alive, or maybe doctors or nurses. Someone that protected life, or saved lives, then did something terrible before they died and then transformed into demon wolves to serve as warriors and guards in hell. It had to be the most...ironic ending, but to me it wasn't. They had gone from protectors and saviors to saviors still, but a more dangerous type. I definitely knew that the way I saw them had changed, they seemed a little more..pitiful to me now. The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in,

The monster roared to the sky as if celebrating its freedom, Its glowing green eyes looking toward the direction of the capital of the Great Phoenix Empire and began to move forward. This monster is the soulless husk of Cthulhu that got reawakened from the depth of the ocean from its seal by the sacrifices of thousands of souls and blood of the people with strong divinity such as the invader from the Heavenly Realms. Its simple mind only has a simple command from the white hair elder from the Heavenly Realm to destroy the lower realm. Starting with the Great Phoenix Empire. Since they, the people of the Heavenly realm can’t occupy the lower realm then no one should dream to live in it!

She listened to see if she could hear their footsteps on the pathways, but all she could hear were the waves rolling in, and the seagulls causing havoc in the sky. She kept thinking about the drawings she had seen in the study but did not dare ask. Millie had watched them closely, but she had not seen them being overly affectionate, and she was not going searching bedrooms to see where they slept. She knew they had all been together in one bed, but assumed it was Gabriel's. No one had said how long they were staying down here or what she was supposed to do. She sighed, and then froze. Was that them? A crunching noise on a path near to her. Millie tiptoed away until she found a zig-zag lane.

I said almost in whispers, not meaning it. What I wanted was an assurance that he will keep his words too. "I am a rogue, once an alpha, a son of the former alpha of Dark hind pack" he replied nonchalantly, as if he has said that a thousand times before. A werewolf! I screamed in my head, and clasped my two hands together in fresh panic. I am sitting right next to a creature that haunted my parents since I was thirteen. I stood up abruptly, shaking like a leaf in winter.