Helluva Hound Novels & Stories

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.

Before we get to them, they will flee and with their Elderwood and Tyler's strange blood, it would be difficult to track them. His eyes flickered over to the the wooden box James had brought in. The Siever was useless now since Tyler's blood was missing its human Scent. Once again, our hands were tied. "Go to sleep, Tiger."

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

This will be at the top of the report to the Federation when I return home. If I return. King has found a way to capture the monsters and study them. Even if I don't agree, I need to pull my big girl panties up and discover everything I can about them. I walk closer almost mesmerized and for some reason my fear recedes. We call them hounds because they run on all fours. That's the only resemblance these creatures have to any type of canine. Their jaws are enormous, the teeth made for biting and shredding, the jaw itself made for pulverizing bone, wood, and even concrete. Our only protection has been steel sheets welded into the walls and floors of our compounds. With enough hellhounds they c

Axil's tense lips twisted as a ferocious snarl forced through them, his eyes now glowing a bright hazel as they stared at the shrubs we parted before to enter this place. His voice entered my ears and caused my heart to drop into my stomach. "Hellhounds."

She followed it without hurry, her shadow stretching long and narrow before her. The closer she came, the more the air changed. It thinned as if the space around her had been stretched slightly too far, leaving everything just a fraction displaced. Sound reached her late. Smells flattened. The village bells rang once for morning prayers, and the note seemed to slide off her rather than settle. A dog saw her first. It stood at the corner of a yard, tail mid-wag, then froze. Its ears flattened. A low whine slipped from its throat before it bolted, crashing through a hedge with panicked urgency.