Parrish Hellhound Novels & Stories

'Hellhound,' Philo howled out loudly. He should be going into complete defense mode but instead he was excited. Excited? I ran behind a tree once the loud yelling of the border patrol caught my ears. Quickly Orion and I redressed, jogging over to the scene. The scent was getting harder to ignore. Something about it was making my body giddy.

The average female Hellhound had only twelve teats, which explained why the pups had formed such a massive pile. Something pale shifted from behind Bonnie’s leg. I leaned forward and squinted. “Is that another puppy?” “That’s the runt,” Rocco said. The pale puppy was half the size as the others and as pale as a golden retriever. Crawling on its belly, it made a shaky path around its mother’s leg, only for the mother to flick the puppy away with her tail. The little creature slid across the stone floor and stopped close to the bars.

The K-9s that were part of the detail were hellhounds and were bred specifically to serve the Moon Goddess and her chosen Elders. As the guards walked them away from the Elders, the dogs shifted to their hellhound forms. Each of the three dogs stood with their heads held high, even with shoulders of their Lycan handlers. Their pitch-black fur stood on end making them appear even larger. The eerie and demonic red glow of their eyes refracted off the smoke that came from their large snouts and mouths that held a permanent snarl. Fangs and claws extended as foam began to form around their mouths as they drooled in anticipation of a fight.

He claims to have hellhounds and there's no reason not to believe him, but still. Hellhounds kill with single-minded purpose and in turn they are nearly impossible to kill. They have no problem breaking off parts of their bodies to slip through things like fences, gates, and prison cells. The Federation had no success at taking much less keeping one alive and whenever they tried, humans died.

The demon searched the vicinity, his gray neck turning this way and that as he scanned his surroundings. As if summoned by the insult, Kree padded into view from behind the demon. The massive coshey, an elven hound of the Land Under, kept his onyx eyes on Vargas as he jogged to a spot between Rhychard and the demon. Then the elven hound just sat on his back haunches, waiting. Cosheys chose a Warrior to serve, becoming their conscience as well as their healer and constant companion. Kree chose Rhychard, and at first, he wasn't sure what to do with the massive magical mutt. His neighbors weren't sure, either. The furry elven canine had the body of a wolf, yet the size and mobility of a large l

Venzo – the dinner – and it became foggy from there but there were fragments slipping and I could remember myself being in a sort of a daze and wanting nothing more but to be sexually pleased. *Oh no! “You’re up?” Parrish’s voice suddenly startled me and I turned around to him watching me from where he stood at the entrance to the balcony – shirtless with his muscles glistening in the sunlight. “How are you here – what happened?” I turned around to face but strictly keeping my eyes on his face. Parrish sighed before speaking “Turns out Mr. Venza is a pimp and – I’m sorry Jess I should never have sent you out here all alone and I take full responsibility”

(A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness ) The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is. Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of t

Axil's tense lips twisted as a ferocious snarl forced through them, his eyes now glowing a bright hazel as they stared at the shrubs we parted before to enter this place. His voice entered my ears and caused my heart to drop into my stomach. "Hellhounds."

He tilted her face to him, forcing her to look at him, telling her that she was safe now. « What I understood from that memory that you were a captive of a herd of Sirana, is this true?? » She stared at him with trembling eyeballs, glistening with tears, gasping for breath, shook her head and muttered: 'I don't know, I don't know, he was young, cold, with sticky skin, with white hair and many pointed teeth, and dark eyes as if deep down were hell. It was.." She sobbed, embracing herself, so that she might be able to stop her trembling, adding:

He was in his element right now learning new shit about the supernatural world. “The older Hellhounds respond to commands in Ghersi, an ancient dialect of the original Hellhound masters. Our younger ones respond to both Ghersi and English. So, I asked him to locate Tamadrin because he has his link closed, so I was unable to get ahold of him for this meeting. He is my fourth-in-command. I will introduce you to the rest as they come in,” he promised.