Novel & Cerita Loona Hellhound

"No." Still engrossed in our conversation, the door swung open. The woman I earlier witnessed below the window of my secluded area strode in, an air of arrogance belying her failure as a Luna. In her grip were leashes to three dark Horace pitbulls. The three beasts were growling petulantly, baring their hideous fangs. Lorna squirmed to her feet, her hands shaking. “My Luna.” She took a bow.

Her voice was soft, but her gaze was filled with hope. All this while, Loona had been losing out to Darryl. She loathed him to death inside, but truth be told, animal communication was extremely magical. Although Loona was a lady, she loved adventures. Before being called the Lady General, she had already thought of exploring Wild Deserted Secret Region, but for many reasons, it had been shelved. More importantly, there were many wild beasts and venomous insects in those places, so Loona was a little worried. If she were to learn animal communication, she would not be afraid to explore those places on her own in the future.

Lexi gushed as she crouched down in front of the metal grill and stuck a few fingers through to scratch under the chin of one of the sinister looking hellhounds, "The big old meanie just doesn't appreciate your uniqueness, does he?" The hellhound's eyes seemed to glaze over as its eyelids lowered in an expression of what seemed to Allen, to look like ecstasy. He shuddered at the eerie turquoise light that seemed to penetrate the hounds eyelids with their unnatural light and glanced across in sympathy at the enormous direwolves that huddled together in the corner of the cage, eyeing the beasts and their clearly insane mistress with suspicion and a healthy dose of fear. "I sometimes wonder wha

Sharp. Discordant. A summoning. From the trees behind them, shapes emerged. Hounds. Not wolves. Constructed things—fur slicked with oils, eyes glowing sickly green, mouths full of too many teeth. Holy Clan war-beasts. Animated. Obedient. Soulless. Luna's stomach turned. Kael made a choked sound behind her. "They used those on my mother," he said, voice breaking. "They tore—" "I know," Luna said. She did not need details.

The whole idea seemed futile but no other way than to make themselves appear prepared. On their way, Allie spotted a large painting of a Hellhound standing in the middle of a misty, darkened forest, its eyes glowing and taking the attention away from everything else that had been expertly drawn on the canvas. The omega tilted her head at the artwork, admiring it for a while.

I had never seen one that was this fucking big or unique looking. “This handsome boy is Fueyo,” she said, petting his head. “He’s one of this pack’s Hellhounds. I’m not sure how much anyone knows about Hellhounds, but they are guardians. They are Hades’ personal creation, and he chooses who they will become the guardian of. Hellhounds are rare and extremely powerful, so he is very selective of who is blessed with them. This handsome boy is Klayrn’s guardian.” ‘Byron, make a mental note to add all of this shit to the database.’

The creatures Diana said tore my people to pieces on the Duskborne’s doorstep. I was scared to think what I would produce if I mated with the original Hellhounds. I was even more scared when I presumed Valefar had added them into the mix to find out exactly what I would produce. Some vicious hybrid with insane powers that Valefar could weaponize, no doubt. But the original Hellhounds - the black dogs of Hell - were more beast than human. Would I even be compatible with them? I felt sick to my stomach. “What about this one, Diana?” Valefar asked as he rapped his knuckles against the naked chest of a surly and burly man. Werewolf, not dog, thankfully. I found it funny how he sought Diana’s inp

After navigating through the forest for a while, I finally come to the pack house, some wolf guards are standing outside the gates and seeing me, a frown appears on their faces. “You are not one of us,” one of them says. “Hmm” I nod, “I am here to see Odette” “Who the hell is that?” “Your Luna” “First off, we don’t have a Luna by that name so fuck off” My wolf growls inside of me, I immediately grab his neck and sink my claw into his neck. The other comes at me and I kick him hard in the groin, sending him crashing against the wall and his fucking head cracks open.

His grip was firm, almost possessive as he drew me closer. "From this day forth," he began, his voice echoing powerfully through the grand hall. "Wilhelmina Growler is my Luna, the female Alpha of the Gravemaw Hounds." A chorus of cheers and howls echoed through the room, resonating with the force of our pack's loyalty.

NOELLE'S POV, Roan looks up when I shout his name and jumps up from his throne to come towards me. ''Sit dog,'' Hella commands. Roan hesitates for a moment but sits down again. ''Roan?'' I beg. He looks at his feet like he doesn't want to look at me. ''Roan please help me.'' Hella laughs cruelly, ''He can't help you now little slut.'' and then she walks to Roan and kisses him on his neck while caressing his leg, ''Roan is too busy being with a real woman."