Hellhounds Novels & Stories

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

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My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

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 str

I frankly said to them. Everyone packs up their things and gathers their weapon. I summoned my hellhounds to transport us away from my fortress. My hellhounds are the only animal-like creature who can survive hell. Oslec helps me in carrying Aria at the back of the hounds. The rest of them individually hops onto their assigned hellhounds.

muttered James. Deep, guttural howls suddenly ripped through the night like a piece of black construction paper being rent in two. Instantly, several more of the bone-numbing howls were added to the cacophony. James knew without even having to think about it what that sound represented. The creatures were engrained onto his psyche. “Hellhounds,” he whispered to a wide-eyed audience.

She hadn’t seen a pack this large before. Terrified and trying not to panic, she said, “We have company.” Matthias turned around and his green eyes widened in alarm. He groaned, “Of course we do.” The buggy didn’t have a rear view mirror and Nicholas asked, “What’s behind us?” “Hellhounds,” Callie answered. “About three dozen or so.” The barking grew louder as the Hellhounds gained on them. Matthias swore and told Nicholas, “Drive faster, Nick.”

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

A dent on the concrete wall behind Nolani looked as if a giant had landed a punch into it. Eyes glowing jade, pearl white fangs protruded as though she’s ready to bite, validated the reality of my situation. Nolani is a vampire gazing at me hungrily as she struggles with Henry’s restraints. “Nolani,” growled Henry, a warning. He had his back on me. It’s safe to assume that he isn’t human to hold down an agitated predator like that. “She… she smells so good,” she grunted, fighting off something similar to the despair of resistance.

When the electromagnetic pulses began, several countries jumped in and took out the majority of the Middle East. The domino effect continued. All the monsters had to do was provide a few large bursts of electromagnetic power to begin the end. Before the radioactive dust settled, hell hit us with their ungodly hounds. Having no idea what the hounds actually are-they're ugly dog-like creatures with razor-sharp teeth and five-inch claws that carry a fatal poison-I've adopted the military vernacular of "hellhounds" like everyone else. We also have no idea if they really come from hell. The religious fanatics used biblical translations and agreed with the military'