Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

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 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.

For now, those worries were tucked away. She continued to talk with Duncan as they followed the mud track to the main road that ran through the village. As they stepped past the last few trees, the roar of dozens of engines greeted them long before the convoy of motorcycles and trucks appeared from afar. Before they even got close Eva knew they were Hellhounds. Dozens of men and women sporting the same aura as Daniel, dangerous, gruff, unrelenting. "Uh, are we being invaded?" Duncan asked as he watched wide eyed.

The demons all brought weapons of their own, as well as the angels, along with each one's natural powers. Fireballs were shot from one side to the other, arrows were flung in all directions, in some places, there was hand-to-hand combat taking place, making it hard to tell which soul was the demon and which was the angel. I saw Hex in his wendigo form, skeletal with patches of fur and the skull of a woodland creature on its neck. He was tearing people in half as they charged at him, having them disappear and leaving only dust behind. I looked around frantically for Abby, but the scene surrounding me suddenly turned blurry, and only a familiar voice snapped me back to my senses.

He reaches up, gently grasps it, and caresses his hand with his thumb. “What are you trying to say?” Reid asked nervously. “What if I told you we already have a hellhound in our pack, and he's a member? What if I told you he is my friend, and I trust him?” “That's absurd!” Reid said angrily, slamming his hand down on the table. He may have never met a hellhound, but he knows a lot about them. He spent a semester studying them and wrote a report on them in his senior year of Alpha training.

This was their territory. A sudden click from the door, and then the heavy thud of footsteps. My breath hitched. The door creaked open, revealing two massive figures. Hellhounds. Both of them wore leather vests, their faces hard and unsmiling. They were truly enormous, towering over me. One of them held a large, gleaming assault rifle, pointing it not quite at me, but certainly in my direction. The other one carried a tray. “Well, well,” the one with the tray grunted, his voice like gravel. “Look who’s awake.”

He was an Enforcer, a man built for the kill, and tonight, he was venting every ounce of frustration he felt about the girl behind the rock. Ryder was the finesse. He shifted into a lean wolf, snapping at the Hounds’ hocks, herding them into my path. We fought like a machine, three rogues who had survived hell together. I tore the throat out of the fourth Hound, the metallic blood hot on my tongue. The remaining two Hounds whimpered, their neon-yellow eyes flickering. They realized they weren’t hunting a girl anymore; they were trapped with monsters. They turned tail, disappearing into the dark woods with high-pitched yelps.

"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.

My lungs burned as the air was knocked from them. I screamed and tried to get it off of me before I heard a grunt and spun to see a large feral-looking Lycan standing on its hind legs, its large muscular and hairy body huge compared to me. A wolf was latched onto the creature's shoulder, but it was as if he barely noticed. And then I met the Lycan's eyes and froze. I knew those strange yellow-orange eyes. I would remember them anywhere. Terror took over me and my body trembled involuntarily from fear.

I can feel my hands getting colder. "The phone call or when you were here last?" He is still seated, calmly looking at me with no emotion in his grey eyes. "Either,both." At that moment I want so badly to get up from my chair and run out of the office. His eyes do not look else where. Not even for a moment to allow me a minute to breathe. "I have uh.. been good," I answer trying to hold it in. "Isn't that a bit bland doctor. Just what do you mean by good?" I wish I had told Kerrick the truth. What if he did kill Dr.John and I'm next. My hands begin to get clammy, I have to say something. "I got two huskies from the shelter," the coldness in his eyes disappear for a second but just for a seco