Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

Lucy said calmly “Let’s see, Low level demons couldn’t survive in hell so they came to earth to survive however, they had to depend on lowly beings to survive “ Lucy smiled “how could such prideful creatures be happy? so they formed some sort of organization and were luckily able to successfully create an army of soul suckers. With this, they began their conquest on earth, sucking the souls of humans to become stronger “ Gordon clenched his fists “I definitely did not.... “ “ I do not suspect you” Lucy cut him off

The ghouls had been only a warm-up. Aziz’s lip curled. “Marids,” he spat the word like a curse. “Be on your guards! This won’t be easy.” Their grins split wide, teeth glimmering sharp white against their endless black skin. My stomach dropped. Adem let out a nervous laugh, twirling his blade like he was showing off. “Doesn’t look so bad.” Adlee snapped back, his voice tight. “You’re shaking, idiot.” “I’m not—” “You are,” I cut him off, my own voice trembling. “Both of you, focus.”

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.

It's clutched to her chest like a lifeline, like a promise she made to herself long before tonight. And I recognize the look in Alessia's eyes - curiosity and unease clashing like fire and frost. Derek glares at me, his voice cold. "What the hell do you mean, too late?" I don't answer him right away. Instead, I walk slowly towards the table to examine Raven's body. Dr. Dathan moves aside slightly to accommodate me. Raven's fingers twitch again, but it's not a reflex - her instincts are beginning to kick in. "She's not a Hellhound," I say, voice quiet but cutting. "Not unless the hell's grew tired of fire and bred their own chaos into something more... cunning."

muttered James. Deep, guttural howls suddenly ripped through the night like a piece of black construction paper being rent in two. Instantly, several more of the bone-numbing howls were added to the cacophony. James knew without even having to think about it what that sound represented. The creatures were engrained onto his psyche. “Hellhounds,” he whispered to a wide-eyed audience.

They were tiptoeing when there was a sudden loud bang, like a sound of a drum or a gong. Aiko was quick to pull Kalli behind the bushes. Their eyes widened to see who are making the noises. Kalli bit the side of his fist to stop himself from making any noise while he also covered Aiko’s mouth as she was about to scream. The entities are roaming the street, they are wearing a white long tunic with hood over their heads but they do not have distinct features because their faces have melted. Behind them is a boar-like creature which is emitting a stinky smell. Aiko removed Kalli’s hand and pulled her shirt collar up to her face to smell the detergent she used on it just so she won't puke. They’

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

He was outnumbered. Once again that rage took over, like ice freezing over her blood and heart, as she charged with a guttural roar at the dark soldiers. They didn't stand a chance. Joe looked on wide-eyed and breathless, as three men fell at Ravyn's hand, before she launched herself at the fourth. The General, seeming to snap out of whatever trance he'd been in while he'd watched her, killed the final two before they could whirl at the Shadow with their hatchets.

“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.

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en