Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

It was hard to locate Maddox among the many wolves fighting their way towards the pack house. But eventually, I was able to make him out as he was running with three other huge wolves I presumed were Ryan, Jude, and his brother’s wolves, moving past the still alive pack members who they barely injured just to get them out of the way, leaving them for the other warriors to finish, and seeking out the most important member, its alpha.

Dracula couldn't see the darkness in the triplets, although they came from hell but that doesn't mean they're compatible against creatures in the hidden world. Lady Sif knew what Dracula was thinking and she scoffed lightly "You're doubting my pets?" She asked and Dracula raised an eyebrow in respond. She scoffed and walked a step towards him "The hellhounds are one of the devilish creatures that has ever walked the planet thousands of years ago, I believe you know the casualties caused by their previous emergence." She said asking.

He feels himself drenched in their black blood mixed with his own and Roman's, drifting with the roaring stream of water towards the ocean, unable to resist it, his consciousness gradually fading away. Jaden is behind you. Rakan shouted at him, throwing his dagger at one of the Sirens who were attacking Jayden from behind, rushing to him to retrieve his dagger from his body. He threw his sword, splitting the head of one of them, swooping over the other, watching Jayden, who had killed one of them, who was seeking him from behind. He nodded his head thanking him, continuing the killing of those cursed creatures that refuse to perish and relieve them of their brutality.

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

Sergi’s wolf, Riddick, is only a few steps behind me. We run hard, chasing Masuzyo back to his pack lands. Sergi must have ordered several warriors to follow us and as we get closer to Masuzyo’s pack lands, their warriors begin attacking us. Sergi and I slash through them, making our way to the border. I watch Masuzyo leap over his border and turn. I moment later, Riddick tackles Zev to the ground. ‘He set the bombs, Alpha. Can’t you smell them?’ he asks me.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

Movement over the top of her head catches my eye a moment too late. “Kenna, run!” I shout, swinging my pack from my shoulders as my wolf form takes hold and I shift, my clothes shredding to ribbons. Six wolves tear toward us through the trees, jaws slack and teeth gleaming in the morning sunlight. But they’re not just wolves. Hellhounds. All six of them. Their bodies are mangled and furless, their eyes shining with the powers of the witches who command them. Sydney shifts and races forward, putting himself between the hellhounds and Kenna.

They snarl, bark, and snap their jaws, feeling the icy bite of death as they circle the group. “What the fuck are they?” Brody asks and I try not to laugh. “Hellhounds.” I say when they drop to their knees. A loud growl causes the ones that are circling to whine and submit. I smile as I look up as she steps forward. She snaps her jaws at her pups, teeth barred, lips pulled back as she gets closer to me. I look at her. Her eyes clear as she sniffs my face, and I giggle when she licks my face.

I frankly said to them. Everyone packs up their things and gathers their weapon. I summoned my hellhounds to transport us away from my fortress. My hellhounds are the only animal-like creature who can survive hell. Oslec helps me in carrying Aria at the back of the hounds. The rest of them individually hops onto their assigned hellhounds.