Parrish Hellhound Novels & Stories

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.

It was the howl of a hellhound on the trail of its prey. “That son of a bitch.” Hel stood up and rotated her shoulders. “Fine, I’m in the mood to kill something.” She glanced down at Serenity. ‘Jor you better get your ass back here. She is fading and I just heard a hellhound. I’m sure it’s headed this way.’ She commentedmentally and her senses flared. They were coming toward the front of the house, she felt demons and just the one hellhound. Farther out she felt a couple vampires and then Surt himself. Well shit, she relayed that information as well.

The hotel sandal he was wearing fell to the floor. "Hey, I have to finish my business here to take that dog to its master and kick my ass back to America ASAP. Can't we work together now?" Iris was getting emotional right now. Usually, Jonathan never sucks like this. But suddenly she remembered Jonathan's words at that time. About a demon that can turn into an animal to hide from hunters. Her brain was thinking so fast that it felt like her mind was spinning. The husky dog ​​is a striped gray, cold expression and fierce with other hunters. Iris suddenly took a few steps back when she realized that. Her mouth was in a strange smile and her hands brushed her hair back roughly.

he asks in a low growl. "Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.

Sam was his name. Same quickly assessed the area and then began barking orders. He sent two of his men to arrest the blood witch and three to ascertain the large hellhound. It staggered, blood still leaking from its opened throat. It was still alive and he… "How could you," I yelled angrily at the beast, that turned and stared directly at me.