Parrish Hellhound Novels & Stories

(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."

"Hellhounds?" "Precisely," she said with a grin. Demetria's stomach turned into stone, and the urge to vomit raced up her throat. A hellhound? Demetria had never encountered one but heard stories over the years. They were vicious, definitely not from this world, and ran in packs. Ivory knew Dom would send a pack of them to attack the pack house. What were the chances they would see that coming? Jane was a hybrid, stronger than an average wolf, but Demetria didn't know enough about hellhounds to know if they stood a chance.

“Which pack, Cal?” Finally he met my gaze again. His eyes had gone small. “Hellhounds.” I needed a few seconds before I could respond. The Hellhounds were a pack that I would sure as shit rather not have anything to do with. They were nothing but trouble. Filthy rich but low-class lovers of mayhem with a long lineage in organized crime. Their Alphas were notorious for shuffling in and out of prison. They ran the show inside the prisons, too—mob bosses, you might call them.

She dreams of a nightmare that frightens her, but although he discovered that information, it only made him wonder, what was the reason that kept her alive? How did you manage to escape from them?? And he in his life had not heard of a prisoner of Sirana who came back alive. Except for those hybrids whose return was a shock to everyone, Kira, the daughter of Arsene, the wife of Damian nicknamed "The Terminator", the brother of Caedin and the son of Hardin, who returned after being a captive of Zayn for centuries and centuries. Hybrid!!! That was a hybrid, and this one is a hybrid, is this a coincidence or is there a relationship???

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.

Both of them leaned against me and listened. "The natural order of the wolfing world, is Alpha Beta and Omega. However there was a fourth, the fourth represented something dark and eternal. A being so dark that people called it the devil dog, or the black wolf. But in our world, we call it...the hellhound. The human's believed that the hellhound was a three headed dog of Hades. However, the hellhound was not the name for a three headed dog, but three seperate wolves. two of the wolves were twins, their names were Sozen and Ozai."

“The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.” “What?” That guy was definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. “The hellhound has conquered a bunch of packs already, but not half of the world.” Ethan explained. “Yet,” I interjected. He eyed me but continued. “He’s also reputed to answer to challenges pretty brutally.” “You don’t know how brutal he can get,” Hellhound Girl said to the guys. There was a fire in those eyes that I liked. She was probably imagining them burning at the stake and she enjoyed the idea.

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

Thought she could lead a pack and survive. I buried her and became something else. “Ash doesn’t break,” I whispered, kneeling. I pressed my palm to the rune beneath my ribs. It pulsed back. Hot. Hungry. Like it wanted blood. Then something moved. Low growl. Too deep to be a man’s. I stood slowly, body tensed. A hellhound. Loose. Fur like coal, eyes burning with ember-light, fangs dripping acid. No blade. No time. I shifted.