Hellhounds Novels & Stories

I needed to get to the bottom of what was happening. *************************************************************************************************** Day 4 When I got to the pack house, I saw Damien at the entrance waiting for me. “Alpha” He greeted me. “Damien cut the formalities, you’re my best friend. act like it” Never thought I would ask my beta to act like friend instead of asking him to act like a beta. “Tell me everything you know about Asher’s mate.” “Well for starters her name is Scarlett Bloodmoon daughter of the beta family at lunar pack and best friend to my mate. Her mate is Asher Stormclaw, but it seems that he can’t keep his hands off either of the sisters and can’t make u

I’m five foot ten. He whines and grumbles, and I stroke his massive head. “Yes, I know. She is ok,” I say to him and he huffs before he stands and moves to sit in between my legs. The Hellhounds can take down a wolf with ease. Their bites have the sting of icy death and they secrete venom that can kill a werewolf. Fortunately, they are extremely loyal creatures. Destinee has Anubis and I have always had Set. But he can’t swim in the depths, so Gaia has been keeping him for me.

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

The dark hair on his chest was matted with the dirt of the ridge, his claws extending from his knuckles with a wet, heavy click. From the dense spruce forest behind the split boundary stone, the first of the invaders appeared. They were massive, twice the size of Silas’s timber wolves, their bodies wrapped in thick plates of dark iron that had been bolted directly into their flesh. These were the Iron Hounds, the selective breed of the Southern Council, raised in dark caves and fed on nothing but raw meat and sulfur to make them hate their own kind. Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges.

For now, those worries were tucked away. She continued to talk with Duncan as they followed the mud track to the main road that ran through the village. As they stepped past the last few trees, the roar of dozens of engines greeted them long before the convoy of motorcycles and trucks appeared from afar. Before they even got close Eva knew they were Hellhounds. Dozens of men and women sporting the same aura as Daniel, dangerous, gruff, unrelenting. "Uh, are we being invaded?" Duncan asked as he watched wide eyed.

That meant getting down to our latest problems. Quade had contacted a Hellhound he knew. The way hellhounds were created was rather a disturbing event. They weren't born like werewolves or fae. They were turned similarly to vampires. As a vampire, you were technically already dead, a cold, hard shell walking around using other people's blood to stay alive. Hellhounds were the same in the sense of the human being dead, only once dead, the spirit of a Hellhound would possess the mortal body which in turn kept the body and human functional.

he exclaimed, but his words were covered by a very loud noise made by the engine. All he could see was the thick white smoke that was coming out from under the hood of the car and an awful smell. “No! God, please, no!” he shouted but even so, he managed to bring the car on the side of the road. Shawn got out of the car and once he raised the hood, he realized that the car was dead. With a desperate look on his face, Shawn looked around. It was too early, there was no one on the street at that hour. His cellphone was dead and he didn’t have that damned charger with him. Frustrated, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to find a solution.

Lucy said calmly “Let’s see, Low level demons couldn’t survive in hell so they came to earth to survive however, they had to depend on lowly beings to survive “ Lucy smiled “how could such prideful creatures be happy? so they formed some sort of organization and were luckily able to successfully create an army of soul suckers. With this, they began their conquest on earth, sucking the souls of humans to become stronger “ Gordon clenched his fists “I definitely did not.... “ “ I do not suspect you” Lucy cut him off

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."