Parrish Hellhound Novels & Stories

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

My mother said, I sighed and saw poodle raising her head,standing up and i just went over to the hanger,grabbing a jacket and people's dog leash. Poodle was my parent's dog, she was an European hunting dog, having heavy curly coat in a solid color. She was an husky dog that they had adopted from a woman in the village that was sick with paralysis."Fine, I'll see you later." I muttered already heading out the door, poodle following along behind me. Susan squealed excitedly before kissing my parents at their cheeks and caught up with me. She seemed like a happy girl,and i could see my younger years in her.

Dazed, Victoria stumbled to her feet, clutching her head as she tried to shake off the fall. Something moved to her left. She jerked, expecting to see the demon lunging for her. Instead a black beast stared her down from the top of the ravine with glowing red eyes. Victoria's eyes widened in fear and she took a timid step back. Its big body was shaped like a wolf but it was hairless. She recognized the creature from her books. A hellhound. Another one appeared, and then another, emerging from the snow like ghosts. I'm surrounded!

Win looked up as the hellhound curled up in his arms while purring with contentment. “Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself.” Adom hoped his lover could see reason. “She’s too cute to hurt us right baby? Isn’t that right girl? You’re too cute to hurt us!” Win crooned at the hellhound as he rubbed her ears and she purred as her tail wagged happily.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Natalia didn’t waste any time. “I need a Hillmand wolf cub” “Pardon?” both men said at the same time. The Hillmand wolf was a popular breed of wolf that was most abundant in the forest of damnation. They were bright orange in color with three black stripes that traveled from the middle of their head to their tail. Their eyes were bright red like rubies and they were often extracted and preserved like precious stones. However, it wasn’t exactly easy to catch a Hillmand wolf. They were swift and dangerous. A single injury from the wolf was dangerous because they carried a lot of parasites and they were immune to poison and a degree of magic.

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.