Loona Hellhound Novels & Stories

How could this be? Werewolves? Was there such a thing? Arystyn looked at Alex, tell me more. Alex told her that once someone is attacked by a werewolf if it doesn't kill them it turns them into a werewolf, in her case a Luna. A Luna is a term for the subservient female werewolf. Oh Hell no! She wouldn't be subservient to any man! Arystyn had prided herself on being a strong independent woman and that wasn't going to change no matter what. What about Julianne? Did you find another young woman? Had Julianne been attacked and was she roaming the streets or was she dead? There was nobody else only you. Arystyn had to find her friend!

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.

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

I look up to where his gaze is fixed and let out a whimper. Luna is strung up by her wrists, her head is completely limp. Her shirt missing and the word “whore” branded across her bare abdomen. Emma’s body is beat to a pulp, bleeding all over and there are cinder blocks weighing her legs down. As I follow her body back up, wondering what the blocks are for, I realize both shoulders are dislocated. If my wolf could puke, he would. Looking back at the pack, all wolves’ eyes are fixed on Luna’s body. No one dares move until Liam does. He hasn’t stopped growling since the initial.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

The crystal tattoo—hidden just below her collarbone—glowed. Her breath caught. Her bones started to shift. “No…” she gasped, her voice cracking, eyes widening. Her vision burned gold. Her fingers split, twisted, grew claws. Pain tore through her spine as her muscles rippled beneath her skin. Her bones cracked, not with weakness but with power awakening. Her scream morphed into a growl as white fur broke through her skin. The assassin raised his sword high—too slow. Seraphina rose, fully transformed. A massive white wolf—no, not just a wolf. A Lycan. Her fur shimmered like snow in moonlight, her eyes now glowing a fierce yellow.

“A spy?” I nodded. “Yes. Nox thinks Eamon might have him.” A small silence and she tapped her fingers against her arm. “Finding him will be tough. I don’t know his face or his scent.” Of course. Even I barely knew what Draven looked like—I’d only seen him briefly that night at the border, and even then, it had been too dark to catch many details. “Green eyes,” I offered, searching my memory. “He wears a hood like you do. Brown hair, I think?”

The sounds grew louder as got closer. My mouth fell open in surprise the moment I got to Monna’s door. I couldn’t believe my eyes, two wolfs fighting and tearing at each other. One was brown, the other little one was white. “ That's my mate,” Leon said “What? then why is she in a fight?” “I don’t know but I do know she’s doing well here” True to what Leon said, Monna was really doing well, she was really handling the other wolf… wait, what? Is that Reina? Why the fuck is she fighting with my mate.

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.

His long fingernails drummed on the armrest. The aura he emitted was cold and dark and most creatures and humans were too whimsical to even go near him. A vicious-looking hellhound who was at least 8-9 feet in height and 9 in length with a sharp set of teeth was huddled on its haunches near his feet. Its leathery skin was black with hints of red along its elongated jaw, paws and head. The beady eyes that were fixated on the newcomer were crimson with swirls of gold in them. Its long ears perked up as its owner traced his bony hand along his body.