Novel & Cerita Parrish Hellhound

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

"Oh, I will. Thanks." Truth be told, she could probably wipe the floor with whoever attacked her, which left me to wonder why she had shied away from him at the clinic. "Wait." "Umm?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you know Deven?" She shook her head. "Never seen him before in my life. But he's a Hellhound." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "A what?" "Well, actually, he's Hellhound shifter," she corrected. "Those guys are made, like vampires. Real Hellhounds aren't. But you definitely want to stay clear of them regardless."

Octavia asked. “Yes, they are the most powerful creatures in hell and also the most loyal. They would do anything for the ones they love. That is why it is extremely rare for hellhounds to have masters because they get attached and possessive,” I said. “He doesn’t seem attached or very possessive to Lillian,” she said.

And a mad one at that. The Hellhound, they called him. Even though he was important, he was known to go on certain missions with his underlings though those particular ones were usually very specific. Anyone who ever got a visit by the New York Mafia with him being there meant they had done something terrible and could not live to the next day.

Its repulsive smell made me avert my head in Liam’s direction. “What the hell is that?” Coming from me might have been serious as they locked gazes and then turned to me. The most annoying thing was their silence; they just couldn’t give me a straight answer. Liam had the guts in the end to tell me a fantastical but interesting unfolding of the events. “I know this scene seems snatched from a mythological movie, but I will explain. Somewhere deep inside Bash, we knew that this was a possibility, slightly but possible. You know how we use our blood combined with our other ingredients for serums, right?” I nodded in understanding. This was getting more and more suspicious. “Well, one of the li

He wiggled the leashes in his hands. "Where'd you get them?" "Just by the roadside where the second popped out from." "But they're just so cute." I gushed at the little puppies. "Do you even know their breeds?" "The hell do you take me for? They're Lhasa Apso." I defended myself. "Ten points to Roxanne!" "I'm going to have to get used to that name, innit?" "Yup." He popped the 'p'. "You know you can just call me Roxy right?"

Asteria POV. My eyes light up as Set bounds towards me. My boy. “Hey, baby.” I nuzzle him as he nuzzles me back. The Hellhounds are like Cane Corso’s, well that is what Carter said they looked like. They are bigger, stronger, and extremely protective. He sits on his haunches and presses his snout into my belly and I chuckle at him. Even sitting and I’m standing, his head reaches to below my ribs and I’m not small. I’m five foot ten.

She was barely an adult and all of a sudden she thought she owned the words out of my mouth. “While we wear these,” I held up my wrists, showing off my chainless shackles to her back. “We’re Hellhounds. It doesn’t matter what pack we were from once upon a time, we’re part of this pack now. We’re Hellhounds and Valefar is our Alpha.”

29 PALMS MARINE CORPS BASE, CALIFORNIA Three beasts ran across the desert mountains to the jagged peak. The enormous black hellhound was followed by a white werewolf and a black saber-toothed tiger. Large wolf paws, the size of saucers, pushed the hound higher and higher with his companions hot on his heels.

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”