Novel & Cerita Hounds Of Hell

"My body started moving on its own until I ended up in a bathroom. There were cups filled with liquid silver, syringes of wolfsbane, and a dragon's bone blade laid out like it was an everyday occurrence." "I was screaming at myself to stop but I couldn't do anything. I was pushed so far back into the depths of my mind. They made me drink the silver, inject myself with wolfsbane, and slice my arm with the blade," I paused to look at it. "Dragon's bone is the only thing we hounds are really poisoned with. It's harder for us to heal from the cut than anything. It caused my hound abilities to be weakened to the point the silver and wolfsbane started to kill me quickly."

However, there had been spotters who would help you out if you really couldn't do it yourself. Gabriel was just silly and overprotective of her nothing would happen to her here. Millie ran towards the hedge she ran along the curve wondering where the entrance was. The turn seemed never-ending, but at last, there was an opening. Millie stopped and poking her head around the hedge, and she found out there she could only go one way, to the right. The hedges were tall. There was no way she could see over the top of them, and they were round at the top not straight cut, they looked so natural, an organic sculpture. Some part of the hedge seemed to close in over the top, making the passageway dar

“As for your first question, I'd rather not go out there. There’s a certain hunter that I am quite wary about. Thanks for the offer, but I think that I should stay here.” I want to ask him which hunter he is afraid of, but hearing the screams brought me back to the matter at hand. “Alright. Stay here while I rally your hounds.” I start to move carefully. I took out my regular ammo and inserted the ones that Verphegor had given me. I can’t believe that I am allying myself with one of the hell princes for this. If the future me hears about this, she might just kill me on the spot. Hellhounds are vicious and fast. Whenever they see body heat, they do not hesitate to come charging at it. Other t

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Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

Now who was going to outsmart who in the end? All cleaned up. Andre laughed and I saw Oliver through his eyes pinning one left alive just as instructed. Took you long enough. I grumbled. Fuck you, I’ll have the cleaners come by. When you want this fucking mut he’ll be at the pound. Ah the pound, our secret jail for those trouble cases. Silver lined cages, electrified fences, it was the perfect prison for werewolves and I could not wait to torture that fucker until he gave me everything I wanted to know.

“Wait a minute. Isn’t your mom dead? “June asked. “She is. But for a brief second, it felt like she was still alive. I know it does not make much sense but given everything that we have gone through so far, that might be the norm now,” While they continue to discuss their abnormal occurrences, the ground underneath their feet began to rumble. “Are you serious?” June complains. “We have one minute apiece without some demonic crap happening around this,” Out of the ground slowly rose three large canines composed of rock and lava. “Hellhounds, “Madison said. “What page did you find I doubt? “ “None. It just seems obvious, “ “Good point. Any chance that one of you has a plan on how to deal with

Movement over the top of her head catches my eye a moment too late. “Kenna, run!” I shout, swinging my pack from my shoulders as my wolf form takes hold and I shift, my clothes shredding to ribbons. Six wolves tear toward us through the trees, jaws slack and teeth gleaming in the morning sunlight. But they’re not just wolves. Hellhounds. All six of them. Their bodies are mangled and furless, their eyes shining with the powers of the witches who command them. Sydney shifts and races forward, putting himself between the hellhounds and Kenna.

The dark hair on his chest was matted with the dirt of the ridge, his claws extending from his knuckles with a wet, heavy click. From the dense spruce forest behind the split boundary stone, the first of the invaders appeared. They were massive, twice the size of Silas’s timber wolves, their bodies wrapped in thick plates of dark iron that had been bolted directly into their flesh. These were the Iron Hounds, the selective breed of the Southern Council, raised in dark caves and fed on nothing but raw meat and sulfur to make them hate their own kind. Their eyes were bloodshot and wild, their jaws fitted with steel muzzle guards that had been sharpened to razor edges.

Anyway, I have to focus because the appearance of these two marks the commencement of the real battle. Before I can even turn around to assess the intruders, a horde of extremely ferocious hellhounds charge at us. My dad and Darius, as always, do not waste any time before shifting to their wolf forms and lunge at the hounds with ease. The rest of the wolves follow suit and attack as well. I guess we underestimated these devils. As the hellhounds charge at us, three huge dragons start circling at a very low altitude. Clearly, they are aiming at the wolves. My heart skips and my palms start sweating profusely, as a great fear consumes me.