Riddick Hellhounds Novels & Stories

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.

I shakily took them from him and hastily wrote down my number. "See you soon," he said and walked out the door. It felt like I could breathe again, and I placed my hands on my cheeks, gently patting them. What had I gotten myself into? ** "Are you crazy?" Charlie gasped, looking at me like I'd grown another head. "What if he's a psychopath and kills you, ditching your body somewhere?" He shouted in my face, and I cringed, grabbing his shoulder. Emily gave us a dirty look and mumbled, "Crazy bitches," under her breath, walking out of the back area of the house.

Aricka thanked her lucky stars that Hilda was someone that could go with the flow and didn’t want to kill her before noon. Within half an hour, the first of the Hell Hounds came in through the kitchen’s back door. “Hello, Oh, Fearsome Leader. Let me get something warm to drink and some of those cinnamon rolls. ‘Tis the season for cinnamon and sugar.” Aricka just looked at Aria and deadpanned, “You haven’t slept, have you?” “Sleep is for the wicked. I was killing it before your lovely summons.” “Oh, you are so going to suffer today, aren’t you?”

"Oh, I will. Thanks." Truth be told, she could probably wipe the floor with whoever attacked her, which left me to wonder why she had shied away from him at the clinic. "Wait." "Umm?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did you know Deven?" She shook her head. "Never seen him before in my life. But he's a Hellhound." My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "A what?" "Well, actually, he's Hellhound shifter," she corrected. "Those guys are made, like vampires. Real Hellhounds aren't. But you definitely want to stay clear of them regardless."

Yanked hard by her hair, I growled to let my men know, " Fucking Hell Mateo! She is from Russian Bravta. How the fuck they know about this?" Italian Mafia members had tattoos of lion heads. The same goes for Russian Bravta who used bird's tattoo with broken wings. The girl's face paled in no time. Before I could use more harsh treatment on her, she pulled out another gun from her own waist. Then..BAM.... She shot straight into her head, blood spurting out of her skill. My face hardened in defeat. She came all prepared from the beginning. Now that the news had slipped past the Russian Bravta, my position was at risk. My current team was no longer a secret place.

The sun has risen to its full glory telling the world that it is a bright new day. But by the way, gunshots are deafening my ear one after the another, I think we are not going to have a good morning. One bullet came from the broken window and crashed against the front wall. I was about to scream at the top of my lungs when Raphael placed his hand over my mouth, killing my ear-piercing shriek in my throat. My eyes were wide, my heartbeat was doing the marathon and my palms were going sweaty and numb out of fear. "Don't make any sound" he whispered in my ear.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu