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.

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

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.

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

“Which pack, Cal?” Finally he met my gaze again. His eyes had gone small. “Hellhounds.” I needed a few seconds before I could respond. The Hellhounds were a pack that I would sure as shit rather not have anything to do with. They were nothing but trouble. Filthy rich but low-class lovers of mayhem with a long lineage in organized crime. Their Alphas were notorious for shuffling in and out of prison. They ran the show inside the prisons, too—mob bosses, you might call them.

Others who had brought along knives now wielded them, waiting for a command to attack. My stomach dropped when I spotted two hellhounds slinking between the people, snapping their massive jaws, and pulling back lips to reveal jagged, rotten teeth. Their beady eyes were trained on my mates, as though they knew the deaths of their kin had been at their hands. Jade crooked a finger at me and even from afar, even with the music skipping and faltering, I could hear every word that left her lips. “You have something that doesn’t belong to you, newborn Goddess. You can fight, but once I tear your mates to shreds, I have a feeling you’ll come willingly.”

He reminded everyone that our pack was a melting pot of diversity who looked at who someone was instead of what they were. I also remembered to mention the Hellhounds. That they were guardians to their charges. They were harmless to us as long as we did not try to harm them or the Nabellos. They were very energetic and very playful as well. Haleen helped set some of the parents at ease about the Hellhounds by telling them the story of her raising a litter of them whose mother had been killed right after giving birth. She told them to imagine adorable puppies that were on a cotton candy sugar high.