Parrish Hellhound Novels & Stories

The words erupted from my chest in an intense, predatory roar. But her scent had vanished. Rain began to pour, interfering with any chance of tracking her trail. When I caught the smell of danger nearby, my fur bristled. I closed my eyes and heightened my Lupine instincts. There were rogue wolves lurking within the forest. More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound.

Yes a low level demon can posses a soul but they cannot suck away the soul, they can only parasite on the soul and make use of its essence thereby causing the soul to be weak. And besides it was Charles friend that was possessed not Charles himself. So does the murders actually have anything to do with the low level demons? Had they found a way to suck people souls? “If you want I can help you arrange meeting with Charles friend “ the bartender said Lucy smiled “Thank you. I’ll really appreciate it” The bartender smiled back “ you are welcome” “Please your contact so that I’ll be able to communicate with you” Lucy handed him her phone “ And do remind me, I’d love to take you out later to app

She waited for a long time, without hearing anything But she opened her eyes in horror when she felt saliva filling her hand She screamed in terror when she found Black the wolf with the large scar on his cheek and his soft black fur in front of her. Even his eyes were black, unlike his owner's hazel eyes He let out soft noises to put her hand on her chest in fear, but the idea that he wouldn't hurt her made her feel more comfortable, so she raised her hand. She touched his fur and closed his eyes comfortably, moving his head against her hand. He looked like a puppy with his movements! "Let's go, don't run so fast, ok Black?" I whispered to him and that made him open his eyes

I managed to say. “ He just is. The Eldermans have an unnatural ancestry of Hellhounds. He's one, his mother was one, his mother's aunt was one, his great grandmother was, and his great great grandfather's brother was one as well. It's not at all common to have hellhounds in your lineage, since most people think it's a random thing. It can happen to anyone, but In the Elderman clan, it has to happen to someone.” “ How do I not know this?” I asked, still fazed from the news.

'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”