Helluva Hound 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 strength of the fourth zone!”

The thick, heat-shielded blast doors of the pod blew outward, tumbling across the ruined road. A thick, viscous green gel spilled from the pod, pooling on the hot asphalt. And then, the Hound stepped out. It was a nightmare sculpted from human DNA. It stood nearly eight feet tall, its musculature grotesquely swollen and hyper-dense. Its skin was not flesh, but a overlapping lattice of pale, bone-white cartilage and dark, metallic scales. It had no eyes, only a smooth, sloping dome of thick bone protecting its brain. Deep, jagged gill-like slits lined its neck, flaring aggressively as it processed the chemical and thermal signatures of the air.

SUSAN DAVIS, ALLORA’S TOP MODEL, AND DAMIEN MARTINELLI OF STAR ENTERTAINMENT ARE GETTING MARRIED! Time slowed. The honk of a car beamed loudly. Zia Hidalgo’s body slowly sank and just before her head hit the ground, a strong arm encircled her.

If I hadn’t seen their mother, I would have thought they were young Labradors. “They’re really cute,” I said, my head tilting to the side. “Hellhound pups don’t become dangerous until they're three months old,” Rocco said. “Up until then, some of the adults mistake them as prey. That’s why we’re keeping Bonnie and her litter separate from the others.” “How long have you been taking care of Hellhounds?” I asked. He rubbed his chin. “Thirty—” When he stopped abruptly, I turned to him and frowned. “What did you say?”

I'd even take a pack of fairies to fly at Alaric's eyeballs. The hellhounds ran into my line of sight, and I screamed at the sight of them. They looked like they were plucked right from the devil's side. The patchy black fur, red eyes, and skinny legs like a greyhound. They each wore a black or pink collar lined with metal spikes. Alaric flew up from Luther's viselike grip on his side, blood running down his torso, and he flicked his wrist, guiding the hounds toward a growling Luther.

Felix’s gaze whipped toward it, his hand freezing mid-motion, tendons standing out like cords. “Get your filthy hands off my woman!” The shout was raw, furious—every word dripping with possessive rage and awfully familiar. My ears perked up even more as a shiver ran through my spine.

It was at this moment that I noticed a strange monster that was attacking the barrier. While it slashes at the barrier, its claws are covered in a type of fire. A part of the barrier was punctured before it was regenerated, not just scratched. Interesting, huh? My problems might be solved by that monster. Within seconds of the barrier regenerating, a beam of light shot out, killing the monster instantly. I was faster, though. [Pyro Hell hound -Elite Rank] Level 59 Mutated HP- 700 CON-70 ATK- 150 STR- 50

Win looked up as the hellhound curled up in his arms while purring with contentment. “Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself.” Adom 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!” Win crooned at the hellhound as he rubbed her ears and she purred as her tail wagged happily.

Its attention was now entirely on me as it lowered its head, growling at me. The hellhound was ready to drag me with it back to where it came as it lunged forward with a speed rivaled by that of a vampire. I pulled the surrounding shadows, catching the hellhound midair as it jumped towards me. I hurled it hard and fast, making it hit a tree in the distance so hard that it knocked it over. The ground shook, and the woods came to life from the sound of the fallen tree.

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.