Loona Hellhound Novels & Stories

The two women stretched their hands and widened their eyes, crying even more and loudly. "Hehe!" Luna shook her head amusingly and twitched her lips. " You think someone can save you? Bloody idiots! Your cries can never be heard! You are trapped here, in my hands. And guess what, you can't shift into your wolf, not when my poison is still active." As she chimed, her words turned more evil and vile, making her to appear malevolent than the devil himself. " Luna, you have a date with Alpha Zayn in the next 10 minutes." A youngish lady in a warrior outfit also, strode to meet the so called Luna and informed her in a polite tone.

he says, “You’ll see!” Andrew opens the crate with a flourish, and Spike leaps out. I have to say, this dog looks intimidating. Hellhound is of indeterminate breed. I think there’s some English bulldog in his genes somewhere, but I’m unsure of the rest. Spike is a pure German shepherd. He’s even bigger than I envisioned, and his body condition is impressive. Shiny coat, powerful legs, and huge teeth. He will terrify any potential intruder through his appearance alone! “So you want to see him in action,” he asks, obviously hoping that I will agree,” I can show you ‘attack’! I’ll grab the training dummies!”

“By the way, I don’t believe that Anthony is the last wolf they have tonight. When my team scouted the area, they saw a black door. And apparently, it would lead to the basement although they didn’t get to check it since it was heavily-guarded. Guerrero could be hiding the other wolves there.” “I know. I’ve detected their scent the moment we stepped in. If I'm not mistaken, there were ten more female wolves, but they are different from the ones they brought as ‘items.” “How different?” “They are the lunas of their packs.” Luther looked startled. “Our last item for tonight is a thirty-three-year-old wolf. The women would love this item since this one is a beautiful male. Bidding will start at

She had to see for herself. Daemon , the stepbrother to Duncan, stood on the edge of a very high cliff. His eyes were shut and his breath very steady . His gait was that of a fighter, one who had fought and put an end to many lives. Through the calmness of his body, he could feel another presence. Who was it? It had to be a trained fighter. The footsteps were very calm and nearly indecipherable. His eyes flew open. The scent got closer. A threat? No. This person had touched plants. He tightened his muscles a bit. Just then, a hand touched his shoulder. Like a bolt of lightning surging through his body, he turned in a split second, his hand reaching out for the neck of the threat .

Everything else basically sat in the middle of the spectrum. I brought the rim to my lips and tipped the contents back. The blood washed over my taste buds which had an immediate groan of pleasure sounding through the room. Hellhound blood was the most unique type of blood I had ever tasted. It offered sweet notes when it lingered on the tongue but instantly shifted to a burning sensation when it hit the back of my throat and entered my stomach. A Hellhound was essentially made of fire, hence, their blood carried the burning attribute of fire. It was similar to alcohol, except, it didn't intoxicate me.

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

And Helena takes off in a huge run into the forest on the trail we are feeling a pull towards. We’ve been running for about twenty-five minutes when we get really close to the edge of the border. I feel a sizzling in my bones, ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT HEL?” I ask her, kind of freaking out. ‘As a Luna, even though we haven’t been mated or marked yet, we can still feel when something is wrong with our pack when no one else can. Not even the Alpha. Something is wrong here, right now someone is in distress. And I think it is coming from the border. We will have to shift to you, Heather. If I cross the border in my form, it will be way too noticeable.’

Lifting off the veil gently, he blinked severally when he saw her face, before nibbing gently on the spot in-between her shoulder and her neck for minutes,before slamming his lips on hers. "Fatherrrr" Gael shrieked out when he saw what was happening. "You are hurting my mother again, aren't you?"Gravon, who was shocked at what he had just said, placed a hand on his eyes, before walking away with him. Laughters erupted from the crowd when they heard what he had just said. "People of the White Moon Pack, behold your Luna, Ashina Tala" she announced cheerfully. " My Luna," Hrolf whispered.

At that moment, a growl like I have never heard before in my life, echoed throughout the land, even making Luna Rayne jump, right before she raised her hands letting them burst into flames, ready for whatever it was to attack us. “What the hell was that?” I asked moving to Luna Rayne’s side, since she was the one with the fire ready to roll. “Hellhound, and it doesn’t seem happy.” Christopher says, like it’s no big deal, but I have seen pictures of them before, and I don’t know if my wolf could take one down on its own. But thankfully I wasn’t alone, and I was going to make sure that I didn’t get separated from these two, knowing now what kind of creatures possess this world.

“You must know why I’m here, Leno. I need someone with your skills to help me locate someone and a hellhound. I’m willing to fund any resources you might need. But I need assurance that you’re capable of the task.” Leno met Zane’s gaze without faltering, his voice carrying a calm authority that belied his usual demeanor. “Finding beings like hellhounds is no easy feat. They’re not creatures that leave trails or signs for anyone to follow. But if they’re out there, they can be found—with time and patience.” Lionel, who had been listening intently, leaned forward slightly, scrutinizing Leno. “Patience isn’t a luxury we have. Are you telling us you’re confident, or are you just buying time?”