Hounds Of Hell Novels & Stories

(A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness ) The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is. Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of t

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.

And this time, not able to control me, I inhaled as my body was still in the need of oxygen. "Good night, kitten" These were the words that I heard before the darkness consumed me and once again I fall into the arms of hell.

I look up and smile. The closer we get, I hear a growl and stop in my tracks. Holding my hands out, stopping everyone behind me. “What is it Rosa.” Charlie asks. “Don’t fucking move.” I say as I straighten and whistle. “What are you doing?” Charlie panics, but I ignore him. When from the right of us I see them. I smile as four of them run towards me. Their fur is deep grey, their fangs are on display. Their heads large the giant hounds of Hell. I drop to my knees the closer they get. They snarl, bark, and snap their jaws, feeling the icy bite of death as they circle the group.

Both of them leaned against me and listened. "The natural order of the wolfing world, is Alpha Beta and Omega. However there was a fourth, the fourth represented something dark and eternal. A being so dark that people called it the devil dog, or the black wolf. But in our world, we call it...the hellhound. The human's believed that the hellhound was a three headed dog of Hades. However, the hellhound was not the name for a three headed dog, but three seperate wolves. two of the wolves were twins, their names were Sozen and Ozai."

Haunted woods Golden Summit Pack "In the thick Culloden woods, where the trees stretch high in the sky, blocking out all sunlight, There is a pack of demon wolves who are direct descendants of Hades. They are known as hellhounds. Said to be the fallen soldiers of the goddess brought back to life by the eternal flame to do his bidding. They catch fire when awakened and will burn anything in their wake. It is said that the dense fog is not a fog at all but a thick layer of smoke that hangs low in the forest, making it even more dangerous to venture in. The woods are said to catch fire in the center and never stop burning, but from the outside, you see nothing. The portal to hell is in the cent

“Hellhounds?” I ask, slowly, not sure if my hearing is working correctly. “What exactly are – I thought they were stories. I mean, aren’t they just myths?” I can hear the sounds of ripping flesh behind me and despite my identity as a wolf shifter along with the darker impulses it brings, the vicious tearing sounds from behind me make my blood curl. “Myths?” Their leader studies me. “Hellhounds are not myths. They are dangerous beasts. Intelligent and blood thirsty. They are also the best demonic trackers.”

Others who had brought along knives now wielded them, waiting for a command to attack. My stomach dropped when I spotted two hellhounds slinking between the people, snapping their massive jaws, and pulling back lips to reveal jagged, rotten teeth. Their beady eyes were trained on my mates, as though they knew the deaths of their kin had been at their hands. Jade crooked a finger at me and even from afar, even with the music skipping and faltering, I could hear every word that left her lips. “You have something that doesn’t belong to you, newborn Goddess. You can fight, but once I tear your mates to shreds, I have a feeling you’ll come willingly.”

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

Adolescent in their terms was anywhere from toddler to twenty, which was the age of adulthood for their species. Fun fact: they had seventeen Hellhounds. Eight of them were puppies from their newest litter. Hellhound lifespans were anywhere between two and four hundred years. They were considered mature when they reached ten years of age. It seemed very little time in comparison to the length of their lifespan, but it was important that they matured quickly so that Hades could pair them with their charges. If their charge was not in their pack then Hades would ensure that they found their way to them.