Hounds From Hell Novels & Stories

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

But when we stepped out and was able to see the horrors unfolding, I couldn’t help the shock that managed to break through my fighter's block. It was an image out of a horror movie, blood littered the floor from the dead and injured, people were attempting to get as high as they could away from the hounds who wanted nothing more to attack them. Scattered limbs lay all over the ground from people that unfortunately, couldn’t get away in time. The four hounds I’d raised since they were babies prowled the area waiting for someone to slip, which told me it was now or never. With a big breath of air, I scream. “CONGELAR!” I scream with such power and intensity, my voice echoed through the land ca

Monster will be an understatement it was something beyond that. When my foot touched the ground and I tip toed towards the back gate neither it was his security or Siddarth himself welcomed me but his three pets but for me they were most dangerous and cruel dogs, three hunter dogs. The moment I saw them in front of me growling and barking I felt like my blood was completely draining from my body. If it was three pet dogs I wouldn't have gotten afraid like that but what was standing infront of me whose height almost up to me. I have seen them before because Siddarth cares for them more than his wife. He will starve me or never bothered if I had anything but he always enquired about his pets.

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!”

He reminded everyone that our pack was a melting pot of diversity who looked at who someone was instead of what they were. I also remembered to mention the Hellhounds. That they were guardians to their charges. They were harmless to us as long as we did not try to harm them or the Nabellos. They were very energetic and very playful as well. Haleen helped set some of the parents at ease about the Hellhounds by telling them the story of her raising a litter of them whose mother had been killed right after giving birth. She told them to imagine adorable puppies that were on a cotton candy sugar high.

“That depends on what you can do, fox.” Amanda calms, taking a deep, restorative breath. “Facts about hellhounds aren’t well known. Not many people survive an encounter with them.” “Has anyone ever killed one of them?” A dark mass passes the hidden entrance to our hiding place, slow and lumbering. I bite down on my lip as it lingers, its body shimmering golden in the moonlight. Its proximity briefly sends a spray of light into the cleft. I look at Amanda, neither of us willing to breathe as the creature–something shaped like a lion–paws and sniffs at the ground only feet from where we’re hidden.

I’m five foot ten. He whines and grumbles, and I stroke his massive head. “Yes, I know. She is ok,” I say to him and he huffs before he stands and moves to sit in between my legs. The Hellhounds can take down a wolf with ease. Their bites have the sting of icy death and they secrete venom that can kill a werewolf. Fortunately, they are extremely loyal creatures. Destinee has Anubis and I have always had Set. But he can’t swim in the depths, so Gaia has been keeping him for me.

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.

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

For now, those worries were tucked away. She continued to talk with Duncan as they followed the mud track to the main road that ran through the village. As they stepped past the last few trees, the roar of dozens of engines greeted them long before the convoy of motorcycles and trucks appeared from afar. Before they even got close Eva knew they were Hellhounds. Dozens of men and women sporting the same aura as Daniel, dangerous, gruff, unrelenting. "Uh, are we being invaded?" Duncan asked as he watched wide eyed.