Helluva Hound Novels & Stories

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.

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

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?”

Well, I'm not bragging but when it comes to good looks his shithead is nothing compared to my ass, I mean how much more if it was my face as a basis of comparison? I don't know what it is but for some reason, I felt a sense of responsibility to the poor innocent lives, so I snap my fingers and summon my hellhounds. They are my loyal pets. They have this mangled black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength and speed, and ghostly or phantom characteristics. Pretty cool isn’t it? With a simple snap of fingers and a distinct whistle, they instantly come to me and for more than a century of having them as my pet, just now I realized that they all have a foul odor, so disgusting I can't bear to get

He waited until he demon dog sniffed him and nuzzled its head against his palm and licked his offered skin. “You’re a good girl aren’t you?” Win just felt that this pup was a female and if the yip he got in return was anything to go by then he was right. Win started to pet and scratch the black dog uncaring of the red eyes that were staring him down. “Win dear! Win do not move an inch.” Adom tone went from happy to concerned and deadly the moment he entered the room seeing a obvious hellhound puppy getting pets from his obvious Win. “She’s so precious, can we keep her?” Win looked up as the hellhound curled up in his arms while purring with contentment.

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.

The K-9s that were part of the detail were hellhounds and were bred specifically to serve the Moon Goddess and her chosen Elders. As the guards walked them away from the Elders, the dogs shifted to their hellhound forms. Each of the three dogs stood with their heads held high, even with shoulders of their Lycan handlers. Their pitch-black fur stood on end making them appear even larger. The eerie and demonic red glow of their eyes refracted off the smoke that came from their large snouts and mouths that held a permanent snarl. Fangs and claws extended as foam began to form around their mouths as they drooled in anticipation of a fight.