Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

And Zane had no idea who he was really up against. Later, Zane was in his study, pouring over ancient texts on hellhounds, trying to piece together any information that might help him track them. The hellhounds were creatures of the underworld, summoned only by a powerful ritual, one that required blood—specifically, the blood of the intended target. Someone close to Cana had set this in motion, someone who had betrayed them

It made Ardina's hairs tingle instantly and her body suddenly trembled. "Wh-at a sou-nd is th-at?" Ardina asked to stutter, scared to death when she heard Orthus' barking sound which was very loud and scary in Ardina's ears. "It's Orthus, the hellhound, the spirit guard dog who often escapes from hell. And he's ready to tear the spirit body into pieces. And the dog is also Asmodeus's pet," he explained. Ardina hugged herself as tightly as possible. His body shivered more and more every time the hellhound barked.

“Yeah, they want us to kill Hellhounds as their pack members. They will provide us with everything we need, but they will choose the targets." "Fuck!" ***

“As for your first question, I'd rather not go out there. There’s a certain hunter that I am quite wary about. Thanks for the offer, but I think that I should stay here.” I want to ask him which hunter he is afraid of, but hearing the screams brought me back to the matter at hand. “Alright. Stay here while I rally your hounds.” I start to move carefully. I took out my regular ammo and inserted the ones that Verphegor had given me. I can’t believe that I am allying myself with one of the hell princes for this. If the future me hears about this, she might just kill me on the spot. Hellhounds are vicious and fast. Whenever they see body heat, they do not hesitate to come charging at it. Other t

“Yo-Yo? Please tell me that’s a nickname and not a warning.” “I believe, darling is her human mate, and it’s both I’m afraid. She’s got a reputation for being a little extreme. She’s not one of mine, but she’s high ranking in her pack. Runs an all-female team of enforcers that call themselves the Hell Hounds. Personally, I take the names as they sound until I learn any differently.” “So proceed with caution.” “Is there any other way? I value my state of being and I’d like to enjoy mated life after this.”

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.

I commanded with a cold smirk on my face. Venus was inside her cell immediately. We had already tested out these specific cells and knew that her abilities would work in there. I had no idea if it was because of her species or because she was bound to me. Either way, it was a great tidbit of information to hold in the palms of our hands. Our Hellhounds were the aces up our sleeves. “Hellhounds are marvelous creatures,” I murmured appreciatively. “Their psychic abilities exceed those of many species. You’ll give us the information willingly, or my gorgeous Hellhound here will do that for me. Your choice.”

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

I freeze, hardly daring to breathe, as the great head rubs against me like it belongs there. “Oh,” I whisper. Slowly and carefully, I spin. Then I lift my gaze. Riddick stands before me. He is enormous. Bigger than any werewolf I’ve ever seen. Bigger than some of the shifted Alphas I remember from Vale. His shoulders are broad and powerful, his frame all muscle and grace. His fur is so black it borders on blue, shimmering indigo where the sunlight catches it, like the night sky given form. He watches me with eyes that are startlingly familiar.

“In the real world, you are currently standing on the roof of the Sector 7 Precinct Headquarters. The physical drones are docked directly below you. Be careful, Ren. The Blackwatch network is highly active here.” Ren crested the ridge and dropped to his stomach. He unslung the Archangel sniper rifle and deployed the bipod, settling the crosshairs over the plateau. Below them, pacing restlessly among the metallic rocks, was a pack of five Steel Hounds. They were terrifying digital constructs—massive, wolf-like beasts made entirely of polished chrome and jagged steel plating. Their eyes glowed with an aggressive, neon-red light. "Standard pack," Ren muttered, scanning the targets. "Four betas.