Hellhounds Mythology Novels & Stories

Chloe asked curiously. "You're a smart one, aren't you?" Dagmar smirked. "The goddess always seems to bless Hellhound males with smart women. The gods know those males need them. You're right; myths tend to come from a truth albeit perhaps an embellished truth. Shadow Wolves are no different although I'm not sure there are any werewolves alive today who know the story.

My eyes widened in disbelief as my mouth dropped open, "hellhounds!? Like the ones that were created by Hades? God of the Underworld?" Axil nodded gravely, his eyes flashing with pain briefly before he willed it away. I've read this in an old history book when I was about nine years old, I think. Wolves were basically the living version of a hellhound. When a wolf dies, their soul is sent to the underworld. Hades saw the potential in their souls and created his own version, which he called hellhounds.

A bear of a dog is licking my face – or rather, the blood dripping out of the open wounds in my face – while something close is making a hissing sound like a pit of snakes. I drag my ass through the muddy bank and scream. Another dog turns to snarl at me and then a third, till my brain registers that all three heads are attached to the same giant, thickly-muscled neck. {Kerberos}. Greek mythology from high school floods over me and I whimper. {The Hellhound. Sibling to the monsters Chimaera and Hydra}.

I had never seen one that was this fucking big or unique looking. “This handsome boy is Fueyo,” she said, petting his head. “He’s one of this pack’s Hellhounds. I’m not sure how much anyone knows about Hellhounds, but they are guardians. They are Hades’ personal creation, and he chooses who they will become the guardian of. Hellhounds are rare and extremely powerful, so he is very selective of who is blessed with them. This handsome boy is Klayrn’s guardian.” ‘Byron, make a mental note to add all of this shit to the database.’

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!”

A figure covered with a hood could be seen stepping into the strange building, he bowed down as he approached another strange figure sitting high up on a throne. “What news do you bring?” The figure on the throne asked. “My Lord, something is wrong, a pair of strange beings attacked the boy.” The figure replied. “The hellhounds.” The one on the throne said. “Hellhounds? Aren’t they…” The minor figure said but was cut short by the other strange figure, who seemed to be his master. “They are demons from the darkly realm of dooms, they are demons that burn with fire and fireballs have no effect on them.” The master replied.

The invisible lines of magic I’ve laid around the house glow a bright and brilliant blue for only a second before fading from view. “It kept that thing out before,” I tell him, though at this moment I can’t recall if I explained the vision to him yet or not. “Tell me: where did you see this before?” “Ireland,” he starts. “Around six hundred AD. I was there with a few other vampires. We went to the shadows for the day and when we awoke that night, the entire town was dead. Humans and animals, ripped apart like they had been killed by wolves. We thought it may have been werewolves, so we spent the night looking for them. We came to a spot in the woods just like the one out there.” He motions t

“But until five minutes ago I didn’t think demons existed anymore.” “Anymore?” Eva asked in surprise. “How do you think we got our pack name?” Daniel’s lips twitched into a soft smile. “Thousands of years ago, demons and angels did in fact roam the earth much like dragons did. The Hellhounds were formed as a result of an agreement with the demons. It wasn’t a particularly savoury start for our pack but when the demons and angels finally vanished, the current Alpha hadn’t agreed with the contract his forefathers had forged and did what he could to separate the pack from their dark history, but the name stuck. When you hear about hellhounds in folklore it’s to do with the pack albeit, not all

He scratched his scruff before turning his attention to Maddox. “This is Fury. He’s right about thirteen years old. Hellhounds reach maturity at ten years. He’s actually the pup of mine and my mate’s Hellhounds. They’re guardians to individuals that Hades, the God of the Underworld, selects. They’re pretty badass too. I’ll give you the full rundown when we’re done here.” Uncle Jackson turned his attention to Fury and held his hand on his forehead. “Guardian Protector, you are hereby assigned your charge. Make us proud.”

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.