Parrish Hellhound Novels & Stories

“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

I'd even take a pack of fairies to fly at Alaric's eyeballs. The hellhounds ran into my line of sight, and I screamed at the sight of them. They looked like they were plucked right from the devil's side. The patchy black fur, red eyes, and skinny legs like a greyhound. They each wore a black or pink collar lined with metal spikes. Alaric flew up from Luther's viselike grip on his side, blood running down his torso, and he flicked his wrist, guiding the hounds toward a growling Luther.

He favoured the wolf life over their human side a bit more and this role allowed him to have a balance that kept him happy and kept his family happy. He had insisted on being there when the pack welcomed the Hellhounds into their territory. Axl didn't speak about it often but he had once been a Hellhound. He knew their ways and Eva suspected he was looking forward to reconnecting with old friends. His patch was proudly displayed in the living room, encased in a display case and hung above the fireplace for all to see when they came in. He might be a Silver Moon now but Nora and Axl always made a point of never forgetting their pasts.

“Here’s your killer, Chief. Look at this fucker! Goddamn monster!” He jangled the dog’s body at us as he talked. It looked like a German Shepherd. Maybe a mix with something else. It was big but still had to be a quarter of the size of what I’d seen by the Skoger place. “Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.”

I pulled out the burner phone I'd picked up on the way back from the orphanage and dialled a number. “Happy Hound dog parlour, how can I be of service?” The familiar voice exuded sunshine. “Good day. I have a xoloitzcuintli, have you had any experience with this breed? I'd like the traditional breed specific haircut and I'm struggling to find a parlour for him,” I said, trying to change my voice as much as possible. There was silence on the other side of the line, well almost silence. I could still hear the sound of a hairdryer in the background.

Each dog has its own trainer especially for rare dogs hunters such as Hound dog, Siberian husky, Rottweiler, wolf-dog hybrids, Doberman pinscher and pit bull terriers. Joshua was about to enter their mansion when he heard a very beautiful voice and he immediately followed it. and when he plucked the thick and gigantic leaves of the plants, A woman sang a very beautiful song he saw. Joshua stopped because he remembered something the woman was singing. "Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight. Creep into thy bed,

I say, “I had absolutely no idea. It was absolutely not my intention to pry, or to bring up something so sad!” “No apology necessary,” he says, and tries to smile, but I can see the sadness behind his eyes, “There was no way you could have known. Newman II was a good boy. Charlotte keeps telling me to get another dog, but I’m nowhere near ready yet.” “Well, you are welcome to hang out with our Hellhound,” I tell him, trying to lighten the mood,”He’s part English bulldog and part, well, my husband thinks he's an actual Hell hound. But it’s hard to say. He’s a sweetheart. He looks big and scary, but he’s really just a goofball. I think you would like him!”

His red-eyed brother, Akam, stood behind him, his arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene with dark amusement. Cana’s voice was barely a whisper as she looked up at the towering figure before her. “What… what are you?” Larz tilted his head, studying her for a moment as if contemplating his answer. Then, in a voice that seemed to echo with ancient power, he replied, “We’re hellhounds.” The words sent a shockwave through the group. Even Jeremy, standing off to the side, paled at the revelation. Hellhounds were legendary creatures, known for their immense strength and brutality. To face one was to face death itself.

With slow movements, I stepped out of my shoes, and loosened my pants, so they would drop to the floor, knowing that I was going to have to make a quick shift at any moment. Finally, the creature emerged from the darkness, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing before my eyes. Its fur was as black as the night sky, and its size was twice the size of my wolf. As it bared its teeth at me, I knew I was in for the fight of my life, as its canines looked as sharp as razors. There was no doubt in my mind that I had stumbled acrost a hellhound, one of the fiercest mythological creatures of all time.

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