Loona Hellhound Novels & Stories

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

a lady made a grand and obscure entrance that had the most elaborated and detailed mask of a devil hound that symbolizes a powerful presence. Her clothing was a slit black backless dress that showed her backside revealing her soft white skin. She was indeed a Luna Ishtar. Her scent was very silky and a very potent aphrodisiac to any Hewolf who dares approach her. It's was spell binding. Her skin was showing. it was milky white that was subdued by her clothing that had magic to suppress it and it's mild effect to make her a bit approachable to the 'Council' that she was about to attend.

The smell of blood lessens the further I travel from camp, mingling with a new scent–something even more metallic–magic. The hunters weren’t lying about seeing a hellhound. Because there was a hellhound. Only, it’s dead now. I shift back into my usual form and adjust my dress in a rush, my mind spinning over the figure lying still in front of me. Warmth radiates from its mutated form. This hellhound is more wolf-like than the others I’ve seen. Almost a cross between a rogue and a regular shifter; its body is lean and strong, but its facial features are all wrong. Its eyes are huge and extremely far apart. Its mouth is wide open, three rows of razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

It spreads a vibration through my body that suddenly makes me feel like I am the one standing in the cold, and it only worsens when I hear him say, “You say cruel things just like everyone else. And yet… all I want to do is touch you. I want to smell you. I want— Give me permission. Please. Would you like me to beg, wife? Go on my knees?” He looks pathetic the way he’s staring up at me now. I can see his eyes and the devotion and madness in them— I don’t understand it. I don’t understand why he would look at me like that. I want to feel terror by it, yet instead, my entire body wants to see it. This… Hellhound man, on his knees. For me. I can already imagine how exhilarating it would feel fo

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

I see Alpha Saint go to step forward, his anger evident, his mate places a hand on his arm, with a small shake of the head she makes him stand down. “We haven’t been properly introduced, I am Luna, Princess Bellatrix and you are?” The little Luna says to Helga, flexing her title. I smirk at the outrage on Helga’s face, these wolves are far too smart for her and beating her with polite pokes is amusing. Helgs links her arm with Me “I am Duchess Helga, I was who Vulcan should be mated to” I shrug her off, but before I could answer I feel my little wolf her anger spikes. ‘Little wolf, are you ok? I can feel your emotions, what makes you so angry?’ I ask her, needing her to be ok but happy to g

It was the howl of a hellhound on the trail of its prey. “That son of a bitch.” Hel stood up and rotated her shoulders. “Fine, I’m in the mood to kill something.” She glanced down at Serenity. ‘Jor you better get your ass back here. She is fading and I just heard a hellhound. I’m sure it’s headed this way.’ She commentedmentally and her senses flared. They were coming toward the front of the house, she felt demons and just the one hellhound. Farther out she felt a couple vampires and then Surt himself. Well shit, she relayed that information as well.

And because she dared to do so… I will make sure that she gets a reminder each day of WHO she dared to mess with. I am Olivia Dannelly, Luna of the Wolves of the Dark Moon. I will not only protect my pup, but I will protect every member of my pack from whoever I need to; Including snakes like Leah and Noah. They don't know the real me, but they soon will find that messing with me was the worst decision they ever made.

Laura said confidently. “Are you sure about that, Laura?” I asked, turning to face her. “Yes, my Lady,” Laura said, bowing before me. “Even Alpha Leonhard could sense that Liira—Loreen’s end—was approaching. Yesterday, I heard him howling—he only howls on a full moon. He is still connected to his daughter. He must know that the pup’s time is near,” Laura stated firmly. “Interesting. How does an alpha sense such things? Has Victoria’s behavior changed as well?” I asked, watching Laura closely.