Loona Hellhound Novels & Stories

Redwood felt heavier and scarier in his wolf form. When Luna's howling stopped, her eyes gradually shifted back to their golden hue. She looked at us, confusion and terror evident on her face. She gripped the chain tied to the leash and began pulling it with a slow, strong force, her movements aggressive and frightening. At first, nothing happened. Then, the chain began to give, breaking link by link. The hooks embedded in the tiles started to loosen, and the tiles themselves cracked under the strain. With a final, powerful tug, Luna freed herself, standing up and unleashing another deafening howl—a howl of triumph and defiance. Her gaze locked onto Dominic, and she growled, terrifying, prep

My allegiance is to Creewwood and it seems they are having security breaches. “I have to go now since we are done with the discussion. Alpha Damien. Luna Lyra,” I bowed slightly to them before leaving the study. As I walked into the hallway, a scent hit me so suddenly that I froze in place. I had perceived this odor before, but I didn’t want to react until I found out more. It is a sweet smell of lavender mixed with cinnamon. It wrapped around me like a spell, warm and enticing. My heartbeat quickened, my wolf stirring within me.

“OH MY GODDESS! WE HAVE A HELL PUPPY !!! A REAL FREAKING HELL PUPPY!!! Can you guys believe it? Oh my gosh, I can't wait to see what he looks like! Oh, I bet he's so gross and cute! Does he have blood all over him? I picture a massive black wolf with blood dripping from its fur. I'm right, aren't I?” Noah said excitedly, and began pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands together as he thought of the hellhound.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

“No luck.” She shook her head and wrapped me in a hug. “They are stubborn as hell. But they will see reason. Logan will come to his senses. He will realize you are what he needs. Not that bitch, Sienna.” I laughed at Luna Gloria calling Sienna a bitch. She was always so calm and collected. It was necessary. She was a Luna. Calling someone a bitch was totally not a Luna thing. But it was nice to know that she agreed with me. Sienna really was a bitch.

It had a bed, a Gomorrah, a office with a computer, and lots of medical outfit. " You are late." I took a seat next to the croaker who was busy glaring at Kenny. She was a lot aged than Kenny, she sounded like she was in her late fifties. " Sorry Norah." Kenny gave her a recessive smile as he sat down next to me. The croaker just rolled her eyes at him before she turned to look at me and snappily replaced her annoyance with a smile. " You must be Moana. Oh you are so beautiful! Your baby is going to be so precious." Her smile only increased the further she spoke excitedly while I just sat there smiling back awkwardly and most importantly fully confused.

“Would you guys be quiet?” She tried to be stern, but it was hard. Nola, a mangy little brown mutt, had been neglected in the past, and it showed in her desperate desire to please. Shelly, the Jack Russell, was a born fighter in spite of his diminutive size. Boris was a sleek, meek greyhound who rarely let out so much as a yelp. So what was riling him up now? Lily flipped around and froze. What was that shadow moving behind the smoothie lorry? A stab of fear go through her before she caught herself. Damn it, she was not going to be paranoid. The world wasn’t the

Stella hissed softly and tried to glare at my mother who pinned her with such a scathing look, that she hastily looked away. It was my turn to bite back a laugh. Queen Miranda was the fiercest queen of the West for a damn reason and even while I was an Alpha, with a higher designation, my aura didn’t work on her and she still managed to stare me down when I was out of line. “How can anyone be so violent like a wild animal?” Langdon spat, eyes heating with anger. “Hey, you little she-wolf, do you have a mental illness or something?”

I wrote the names of my fallen, swallowed moonstone ash, stood naked before the Hollow One. “You want a vessel?” I said. “I want revenge.” It did not nod. It only entered me. And thus was born the Shadow Luna. They crawled from the ruins. Fur like soot. Eyes like dying stars. Not alive. Not dead. Drawn only to me. One licked my hand. Its tongue was fire. “My Luna,” it rasped. I had made my own pack. And they would obey no one else. She waited by the blood tree. Still loyal. Still afraid. I stepped from the shadows.

They snarl, bark, and snap their jaws, feeling the icy bite of death as they circle the group. “What the fuck are they?” Brody asks and I try not to laugh. “Hellhounds.” I say when they drop to their knees. A loud growl causes the ones that are circling to whine and submit. I smile as I look up as she steps forward. She snaps her jaws at her pups, teeth barred, lips pulled back as she gets closer to me. I look at her. Her eyes clear as she sniffs my face, and I giggle when she licks my face.