Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

She hadn’t seen a pack this large before. Terrified and trying not to panic, she said, “We have company.” Matthias turned around and his green eyes widened in alarm. He groaned, “Of course we do.” The buggy didn’t have a rear view mirror and Nicholas asked, “What’s behind us?” “Hellhounds,” Callie answered. “About three dozen or so.” The barking grew louder as the Hellhounds gained on them. Matthias swore and told Nicholas, “Drive faster, Nick.”

The male rogue beside her snarls at her and she hesitates. “You fucking traitorous bitch!” he snaps at her as he lunges. I grab him by his throat and slam him to the floor. My foot pressed against his throat. I growl in warning and he snarls back. I look at the side and see one of the hell hounds stalking towards me. It’s lips pulled back up over it’s teeth, saliva drips from it’s jaws and I smirk at it. Taking my foot off his throat. I hear a growl as the rogue turns his head slowly in the sound’s direction and gasps as the hell hound pounces on him, ripping him to shreds.

evil. Their teeth, with longer, sharper fangs than I’ve ever seen before, drip of crimson blood before they’re anywhere near us. Their bodies are twisted, wrong, unnaturally. They’re not exactly wolves, but they’re not any other creature I’ve seen before. Freyja gasps in the shared mind-link, her silver wolf running forward to stand by Lyra’s red wolf. ‘He has created hell hounds,’ she says in the shared mind-link, and the words echo heavily in my head.

Then, the night poured in. ​It wasn't an army of men that met them. It was a tide of Shadow Hounds, beasts the size of grizzly bears, made of smoke and solidified malice, their eyes glowing like dying embers. They didn't bark; they emitted a frequency that vibrated in the marrow of Elara’s bones, a sound that felt like teeth scraping against silk. ​"Hold the line!" Ryker’s voice was a pillar of iron in the chaos.

A force one again sucked her in from behind, making her inhale all the oxygen she thought she needed sharply. A stinging pain on her left cheek woke her up. A soft groan escaped her lips and her hand reached for her cheek. It was a warm and a liquid substance. Blood. Of course it was blood, she's in hell after all. It's filled with nightmares, demons, vampires and unusual, creepy creatures. "Lucius?" Her voice barely being heard as she called out. Her eyes scanned across the place, it was dark. Pitch black, "Lucius?" "Lucius is dead." It was the deep and manly voice that teased her and sang to her earlier.

Before either of us can say anything we hear the commotion that’s going on down below, we both peer over and sure enough there she is my beautiful mate but the sight of her running for her life is pissing me off and making my beast start to surface and I can feel my fangs starting to protrude. I want blood and I will burn this fucking city if these filthy fucks touch her. But to our surprise they aren’t the hunters we thought were watching her, no they are fucking hellhounds. I try to rack my brain as to why they would be after her, they normally keep to themselves unless you get on their bad side which I know for a fact Bree did not. There are at least 8 of them after her and they are all s

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.

I had no other choice but to go and attempt to murder a hell hound who has been alive for centuries keeping a low profile while also causing terror and sorrow in his wake . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… well that is all good and true but in the case of Alpha Hayes he is more than just that… he has the ability to drag one’s hell to them and make them live through it while on earth …he can bring you to hell but bringing your hell to you is more fun thus making him known as feared throughout all of the realm.

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.

If I hadn’t seen their mother, I would have thought they were young Labradors. “They’re really cute,” I said, my head tilting to the side. “Hellhound pups don’t become dangerous until they're three months old,” Rocco said. “Up until then, some of the adults mistake them as prey. That’s why we’re keeping Bonnie and her litter separate from the others.” “How long have you been taking care of Hellhounds?” I asked. He rubbed his chin. “Thirty—” When he stopped abruptly, I turned to him and frowned. “What did you say?”