Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

“Wait a minute. Isn’t your mom dead? “June asked. “She is. But for a brief second, it felt like she was still alive. I know it does not make much sense but given everything that we have gone through so far, that might be the norm now,” While they continue to discuss their abnormal occurrences, the ground underneath their feet began to rumble. “Are you serious?” June complains. “We have one minute apiece without some demonic crap happening around this,” Out of the ground slowly rose three large canines composed of rock and lava. “Hellhounds, “Madison said. “What page did you find I doubt? “ “None. It just seems obvious, “ “Good point. Any chance that one of you has a plan on how to deal with

We were out of options, and it felt like the end. But then, another ear-piercing cry of agonising pain echoed through the realm. It was so loud, so visceral, that we both opened our eyes in shock. Black, sticky blood splattered over Rae, coating her fur and my vision with its dark, oily texture. In front of us, a larger demonic hellhound had appeared. It was a monstrous beast, even more terrifying than the winged creature. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, and its jaws were filled with razor-sharp teeth. The hellhound had caught the winged beast in its powerful jaws and was tearing into it with a ferocity that was both horrifying and mesmerising.

Dominic had asked and looked at me. "Hellhounds are black demon dogs cloaked in black smokey gas that takes the shape of a dog and has red eyes. They gather the souls for me when it's time to take them to the afterlife," Jippies explained. "They are perfectly harmless unless a malicious soul doesn't follow the rules; Hellhound will chase them down until they surrender." "Then do you mean a hellhound was going against you and chased this woman?" Jippies nods his head at my question. "I raised those Hellhounds since they were pups. To think a wild Hellhound left the Demon Realm to chase a human when her time isn't up yet. It's strange indeed."

"You're healing. Were-creatures shouldn't heal from the poisonous strokes of the two men. What really are you?" "You're only a spirit medium. Your job is to communicate with spirits not to guess the name of any creature you come across," Rendall snarled. "But she is—" "We just want to find Orenda and leave this goddamn place," Rendall snapped. "But I don't know what you both are. Everyone should be afraid of the unknown because it's— it's unknown." "We're both were-creatures," Helia grunted. "He's a werewolf, and I'm a werelioness."

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.”

The moment he did, it became visible. It was massive, with black fur. Nicholai had ripped it into two equal parts. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Its bones were outside, and I’d never seen anything like this before. I’d heard of hellhounds, but I never thought I’d actually get to see one. My stomach churned. Tara screamed, her hands covering her mouth. I instantly turned. The desperate hellhound moved once, twice, then went limp. Nicholai didn’t flinch. This horrific sight didn’t faze him once. He moved over the corpse, breathing heavily, blood running down his cheeks and chest as he glared into the empty space next to Tara.

“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

A vampire lunged at us but Zilver ripped him apart in a matter of seconds. Every faction of our world was present and indulging in a bloody battle. Tons of lives were about to be lost. I needed to find Karica, I could sense her nearby. Adiyan had gone to her rescue but I had to look for her now before Vildus found them both and caused more damage. A deafening roar erupted from somewhere around our right and Zilver swirled around and came face-to-face with the largest hellhound I had ever seen. The leathery black skin was taut over its lean body, and its crimson eyes with flickers of gold were fixated on me. The elongated fangs were dripping saliva and blood as if he had recently hunted somet

"Is that bad?" "Depends on who you ask." Katie shrugged. "The Wolfes are a big deal in the UK and Europe. There are stories that Lucas' older sister has been nicknamed the queen of Hellhounds. She is the leader of the largest pack in Europe and there is a rumour that she has not one, but two mates and they are both demons." "Demons?" Chloe gasped. "But I thought only shifters had fated mates." "I thought so too." Katie replied. "Either way, Lucas Wolfe is dangerous, and he comes from a dangerous family. Those guys are fierce warriors and not to be messed with."

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.