Helluva Hound Novels & Stories

His lycan form would stand on two feet, he just had to awaken prime…in his own time of course but if he was awakened now, this fight would most definitely be done before it had begun. As I got closer something felt different…off even about the hellhound that is. I stumbled to a pause as it recognized me. I was a good distance away from them. Cassian took advantage of its distraction, wracking a class hand through its thick muscular neck. It roared in pain. The loud had a commanding sound sending all the hounds in the clearing to a standstill. Their heads lowered to the ground. I found myself lowering my body to a crouch. I flinched as I spotted Todd chopping off the head of one of the hounds

The smell of blood lessens the further I travel from camp, mingling with a new scent–something even more metallic–magic. The hunters weren’t lying about seeing a hellhound. Because there was a hellhound. Only, it’s dead now. I shift back into my usual form and adjust my dress in a rush, my mind spinning over the figure lying still in front of me. Warmth radiates from its mutated form. This hellhound is more wolf-like than the others I’ve seen. Almost a cross between a rogue and a regular shifter; its body is lean and strong, but its facial features are all wrong. Its eyes are huge and extremely far apart. Its mouth is wide open, three rows of razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

Hadith's voice came from the dog's mouth in the middle head of the Three-Headed Hellhound. Chu Xun looked coldly at the huge three-headed dog that was more than hundreds of meters long in front of him and laughed. He said, "Don't think you can do anything to me after turning into a dog. Even if you have three heads, you are still a dog." Roar! The Three-Headed Hellhound let out an angry roar. It was not the bark of a dog but muffled thunder. The black flames around its body rose. It was full of fierceness.

I said with wide-opened eyes as I stared at the big black dog. He sneered, making me flinch. If I moved, he would attack me first. Sweat beads formed on my forehead as the hellhound approached me slowly. "Haley, come slowly to me," Scott said and motioned with his hand for me, I shook my head, scared of the hellhound. As the hellhound took a step towards me, I walked back one step until he growled, making me freeze in my place. Suddenly a circle of fire surrounded us, tearing the hellhound from walking any further. I sighed with relief as I saw the hellhound return to the forest.

We were out of options, and it felt like the end. But then, another ear-piercing cry of agonising pain echoed through the realm. It was so loud, so visceral, that we both opened our eyes in shock. Black, sticky blood splattered over Rae, coating her fur and my vision with its dark, oily texture. In front of us, a larger demonic hellhound had appeared. It was a monstrous beast, even more terrifying than the winged creature. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, and its jaws were filled with razor-sharp teeth. The hellhound had caught the winged beast in its powerful jaws and was tearing into it with a ferocity that was both horrifying and mesmerising.

It made Ardina's hairs tingle instantly and her body suddenly trembled. "Wh-at a sou-nd is th-at?" Ardina asked to stutter, scared to death when she heard Orthus' barking sound which was very loud and scary in Ardina's ears. "It's Orthus, the hellhound, the spirit guard dog who often escapes from hell. And he's ready to tear the spirit body into pieces. And the dog is also Asmodeus's pet," he explained. Ardina hugged herself as tightly as possible. His body shivered more and more every time the hellhound barked.

A yelp came from within me, as I couldn’t hold back the burning sensation that took over my whole entire being from the bite, but the bite didn’t last for long, as the hellhound himself let of a yelp of his own, as he stumbled back from me, with my blood dripping from his mouth. My blood began to sizzle within his mouth, as he tried to spit it out, making a horrible gagging sound, as he tried to take a breath. What the hell was going on here, I asked myself as I watched the hellhound fall to the ground in front of me. His flesh began to smoke as if steam was coming from within him. Paralyzed and not able to move, the hellhound’s eyes moved to look at me, as the redness in them began to fade,

His long fingernails drummed on the armrest. The aura he emitted was cold and dark and most creatures and humans were too whimsical to even go near him. A vicious-looking hellhound who was at least 8-9 feet in height and 9 in length with a sharp set of teeth was huddled on its haunches near his feet. Its leathery skin was black with hints of red along its elongated jaw, paws and head. The beady eyes that were fixated on the newcomer were crimson with swirls of gold in them. Its long ears perked up as its owner traced his bony hand along his body.

he says, “You’ll see!” Andrew opens the crate with a flourish, and Spike leaps out. I have to say, this dog looks intimidating. Hellhound is of indeterminate breed. I think there’s some English bulldog in his genes somewhere, but I’m unsure of the rest. Spike is a pure German shepherd. He’s even bigger than I envisioned, and his body condition is impressive. Shiny coat, powerful legs, and huge teeth. He will terrify any potential intruder through his appearance alone! “So you want to see him in action,” he asks, obviously hoping that I will agree,” I can show you ‘attack’! I’ll grab the training dummies!”

Instinct. Run. Fight. Claim. “No,” I whispered. “I don’t belong here.” Something inside me stirred. A presence smaller than Ronan’s, sharper, coiled tight in my chest. Not the bond. My wolf. Hello, it said. I froze. You’re not real. A sensation like a smile brushed through me. You keep telling yourself that. “What are you?” I whispered. You already know. Images flickered claws, fur, moonlight streaking through trees. Power surged, eager and restrained only by will.