Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

I’m about to ask what is wrong when I hear several growls from one direction and a stomping sounds like hoofs from the other. “Mathias?” I question nervously and bring Seneca against me, protectively cradling her. “Hellhounds.” He growls, and turns the other way, “Nightmare horses.” He hisses. Bright red beady eyes peer from behind trees and bushes, the menacing growls and snarls of the hellhounds echo around us. I knew what these creatures could do. They were different looking from the demon dogs, but still just as dangerous and their pheromones could send even the strongest foggy in the brain.

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

Or rather, looking for someone. As Mira walked further, she spotted several corpses of hellhounds that Cohen shouted in the mind link earlier. Then, she was greeted by ferocious growls. A pack of ten hellhounds came out from one of the rooms, turning their head in her direction. It was the zombie version of a black wolf. Mira could see the skull and the rotting flesh coated its sharp teeth, and its ribs were exposed just like half of its head. Blood was dripping from its body, staining the white floor of the hospital. "A demon wolf against a pack of hellhounds," Mira smirked, cracking her fingers. "What could have gone wrong?"

Harry yelled and the latter turned to run but an hellhound moved at an incredible speed as he appeared before them. He grabbed Harry by the neck sending bruises to his neck as he choked, his neck became extremely hot as he struggled hard to let go. The Hellhound tossed him away as he crashed to the hard ground. Max and Adam gripped each other in fear as they made to run but halted as another hellhound altered their footsteps. “Bring me the dagger.” he said as he grabbed them and trashed them to the ground. The hellhounds burned with great fire as they marched towards them until…..

I tugged his arm, pulling him away from Quinn in utter amazement. He made the man submit. Up until this point I'd only ever seen two people able to do it. Ryder, who was his alpha, and myself. It only meant one thing. Mordecai was bound to be like me, if not more powerful. Dusk's temper was for a reason, he was an old wolf. Hellhounds were almost always killed off before maturity, and those that survived were never allowed to procreate. That meant the souls were all jumbled up for hundreds upon thousands of years with no host to let them live their cycle since the council stepped up.

The Council’s most ruthless hunter. And it was already tracking their scent. The first scream tore through the camp like a knife. Rio bolted upright as silver-eyed vampires rushed past the window. The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning wood. “They’ve found us,” Odessa hissed, her crimson coat swirling as she unsheathed twin daggers. Claude’s voice roared outside. “TO ARMS!” The Bloodhound struck like a shadow. Seven feet tall, its black cloak shredded by thorns, its pale, eyeless face framed by a mane of tangled hair. Long, jagged claws gleamed in the firelight as it tore through two rebels in a single swipe—one headless, the other split nearly in half.

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

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.

They were as plane as a sheet to him, hard to described what they were. "Who are you?" Clancy asked but Kudlak stepped forward instead replying. Kudlak seems to understood what the intruders were, he has heard about them and judging by the scent released by them, he could perceived their demonic existence. It was so obvious no one could sense it except Bishop Daimon and Kudlak. "The hellhounds!" He addressed and Bishop Daimon added in fear. "Hellhounds!" Everyone gasped in fear but Clancy was still adamant, he couldn't decide what to do for himself but he could decide for his team. He looked at his sides whispering.

Vincent stared at the book “I figured out what Riley is” I turned to her “She is a hellhound, you can check it yourself “ Vincent was still staring at the book, and I decided to look too “Hellhounds carry the punishment of their ancestors past” Cyrus said as he looked at the book In the book, I could see the image of a beast with fire surrounding it. There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound