Helluva Boss Hellhound Oc Novels & Stories

At that moment, a growl like I have never heard before in my life, echoed throughout the land, even making Luna Rayne jump, right before she raised her hands letting them burst into flames, ready for whatever it was to attack us. “What the hell was that?” I asked moving to Luna Rayne’s side, since she was the one with the fire ready to roll. “Hellhound, and it doesn’t seem happy.” Christopher says, like it’s no big deal, but I have seen pictures of them before, and I don’t know if my wolf could take one down on its own. But thankfully I wasn’t alone, and I was going to make sure that I didn’t get separated from these two, knowing now what kind of creatures possess this world.

Adam yelled at the strange beings. “WHERE IS THE BOY, WHERE IS THEO, BRING HIM!!!” The hellhounds chorused as their eyes transformed to a shade of pure yellow, their body began to burn with fire as their clothes melted leaving them with just their under wears, claws crept out from their fingers and nails and fangs grew from their teeth as the room was filled with extreme heat. “What the….. fuck, run!!!” Harry yelled and the latter turned to run but an hellhound moved at an incredible speed as he appeared before them.

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.

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.’

He seemed to relax after that. Davina had given birth to six healthy Hellhound pups. They were weaned after five weeks and were now able to hunt for their own food. They would be staying at the Precoza coven while we were gone. Fury was a pup from Jackson’s own Hellhound, so they were just getting quality time with their hound grandparents.

Jonathan tone went from happy to concerned and deadly the moment he entered the room seeing a obvious hellhound puppy getting pets from his obvious Allena. "She's so precious, can we keep her?" Allena looked up as the hellhound curled up in her arms while purring with contentment. "Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself." Jonathan hoped his lover could see reason. "She's too cute to hurt us right baby. Isn't that right girl? You're too cute to hurt us!" Allena crooned at the hellhound as she rubbed her ears, and she purred as her tail wagged happily.

My footsteps echoed louder and louder until the ground seemed to pulse beneath me. “Come closer,” the voice whispered in my mind. “I want to see you.” I reached the railing and looked down. Across the street, an old digital billboard flickered with static. Then, slowly, the static cleared. My face appeared on the screen. It wasn’t the same as before. My eyes glowed faintly, and my expression was calm, almost serene. The city light behind the billboard cast everything in eerie gold. Alexander grabbed my wrist. “Luna, don’t look at it.”

There is blood covering his teeth, giving him a menacing look. “Well- well, what do we have here? The girl with the scar. So, you are the one we have been looking for. They made you out like a monster, but you are a pretty little thing. I will let the boss know, as soon as I have had a taste of you first” he says flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth. The only thing I can focus on is that blood on his teeth.

Remo materialized in front of us and sat down on his haunches, looking at me expectantly. He was my awesome Hellhound. Imagine a dog bigger than a rottweiler, fur that could literally burst into flames, and had its own magic. Their species was created by Hades, God of the Underworld, and paired with specific individuals. They became that person’s guardian. I have had him since before I could walk. “Okay. I’ll be right there. Thanks, Remo,” I said, scratching the scruff on his neck the way that he liked it.

With a shared nod of understanding and solidarity, we each place a hand on the crystal orb, feeling its energy surge through our veins as my wolf, but not my wolf, forces her way out. “Savage, do not fear, I am your hellhound form called Gina.” my hellhound says before taking control. “She looks like Cleo, but on fire.” Adrian says in aww. Gina, in her fearsome hellhound form, lets out a low growl that reverberates through the chamber, her fiery fur casting a warm light that pushes back the shadows and illuminates the carvings on the walls. The crystal orb pulses beneath our touch, its ethereal glow intensifying as if in response to Gina's transformation.