Hellhounds Novelas e Histórias

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.

It was pungent and made my eyes water. We managed to get the bodies to the end of the cavernous cliff edge before us. Looking over the edge into a pit if darkness. “What do we do now sir?” Hélène ask, her voice shaking with nerves as her eyes darted about the dark cave. “We throw them over, but be careful not to get too close. The fire will not be fussy with who it claims.” I warn. We push the first and biggest bulk towards the edge, the large henchman began roll awkwardly, as his body edged closer to the cliff edge, the fire left into life from the pit. The flames dancing dangerously as it licked over the floor before us, looking for its victim to claim.

Cassidy asked, looking around them at all of the tunnels leading off into darkness. “Yeah, that’s right,” Christian said. “There are thirty-seven of them. That one over there actually goes to hell, not a portal, but if you don’t believe me and wanna try it out for yourself, go ahead.” “Hell?” Scott asked for all of them. “Like… an actual pit of fire or--” “No, dumbass,” Christian said, finally finished with his last weapon, which he kept in his hand. “Hell is not a fiery pit any more than heavy is floaty clouds and little naked babies hopping around on rainbows. It’s just another dimension where everything sucks.”

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Or rather, looking for someone. As Mira walked further, she spotted several corpses of hellhounds that Cohen shouted in the mind link earlier. Then, she was greeted by ferocious growls. A pack of ten hellhounds came out from one of the rooms, turning their head in her direction. It was the zombie version of a black wolf. Mira could see the skull and the rotting flesh coated its sharp teeth, and its ribs were exposed just like half of its head. Blood was dripping from its body, staining the white floor of the hospital. "A demon wolf against a pack of hellhounds," Mira smirked, cracking her fingers.

“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.

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.

Zeke turned behind too. Quincy who sat by the sofa shrugged meanwhile she knew that Abi walked into the Catacomb. Something they didn't explain to Abi was that, the catacomb was filled with deadly beasts which used the form of the littered bones to attack and that alone made them immortal. First, the beast were mindless and in a soul form. They only possess vessels knowing as they wouldn't do any harm unless they use a vessel. And the vessel was of the littered bones. So anyone who enters never comes out.