Supernatural Hellhounds Novels & Stories

And this time, not able to control me, I inhaled as my body was still in the need of oxygen. "Good night, kitten" These were the words that I heard before the darkness consumed me and once again I fall into the arms of hell.

Lilith cupped the side of my face while tracing the seam of my lips with her thumb, "do you think this is going to end up in like a fight or something because, if it is, the odds aren't exactly in our favor." I hated to admit it, but she had a point. This fae may have been a siphoner but she was powerful. She had taken down so many of my kind, so many werewolves, and so many faeries. For a moment she had us all assuming that a group was working against us, meanwhile, it was one very intelligent creature who knew exactly how to wield the power she possessed. "Maybe it doesn't need to be a war. Maybe one hellhound is enough to take her on," I remembered that Thorne had once said hellhounds had

Why would the leak about it to demons of other dimensions? Locking my room I walked out when I heard the breathing. It was too loud for it to be a human sound. My head turned around only to notice a hellhound. How is that possible? Lukas told me that only dead people can see hellhound. My gut clenched as I stared at the hellhound, saliva dripping on the floor from the corner of its mouth. The creature in front of me was something I had never imagined. With a large head and almost dog-like the body, it was giant and feral with sharp white teeth poking out.

Arion looked hopeful as if I would agree. “Yeah, and we don’t hate you. How could we ever hate you?” Arrow looked confused. “Yeah, you are way too cute, and smart, and” Arion paused looking for the word. “Sexy,” Arrow said. His eyes darkened before turning back to the usual amber color. Was I in some sort of alternate universe? What was happening here? That’s it, I died. I died and this is my hell. The Hell twins like me, Darren betrayed me, yup. I’m dead and have gone to hell.

Octavia asked. “Yes, they are the most powerful creatures in hell and also the most loyal. They would do anything for the ones they love. That is why it is extremely rare for hellhounds to have masters because they get attached and possessive,” I said. “He doesn’t seem attached or very possessive to Lillian,” she said.

The demons all brought weapons of their own, as well as the angels, along with each one's natural powers. Fireballs were shot from one side to the other, arrows were flung in all directions, in some places, there was hand-to-hand combat taking place, making it hard to tell which soul was the demon and which was the angel. I saw Hex in his wendigo form, skeletal with patches of fur and the skull of a woodland creature on its neck. He was tearing people in half as they charged at him, having them disappear and leaving only dust behind. I looked around frantically for Abby, but the scene surrounding me suddenly turned blurry, and only a familiar voice snapped me back to my senses.

Beyond that, the trees are absolutely ancient, towering dozens of feet above my head. This place–this circle–is new. Something used to rest here–a building. A temple, perhaps. Excitement blurs my senses as I begin to search for ruins, ignoring the prickle of unease making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. A twig snaps nearby, followed by the scurrying of something larger than a rabbit but smaller than a wolf, and I jerk back to reality. I just found a hellhound, dead. It wasn’t injured. Something killed it, but how? They don’t just die of old age. They’re immortal souls trapped in bodies mutated by magic–bodies that never belonged to them in the first place.

Thea thought the occupants of this place must know shortcuts between levels using those ever-spinning, ever-changing tunnels. Her Valkyries closed in on her and Conri, forming a protective circle around them. Another row of them spread out, poised to fight. The rest of them fanned out around them, also ready to fight. A few of the dark figures stepped out of the shadowy darkness and got close enough for her to see. Suddenly, she understood the term hellhound. Dead werewolves in wolf form, shadow demons animating them. It made her hair stand on end. Other things stepped out of the shadows. Something that looked like a monster made of rock and dripping mud. Dead witches and werewolves animated

Lucy said calmly “Let’s see, Low level demons couldn’t survive in hell so they came to earth to survive however, they had to depend on lowly beings to survive “ Lucy smiled “how could such prideful creatures be happy? so they formed some sort of organization and were luckily able to successfully create an army of soul suckers. With this, they began their conquest on earth, sucking the souls of humans to become stronger “ Gordon clenched his fists “I definitely did not.... “ “ I do not suspect you” Lucy cut him off

It was the howl of a hellhound on the trail of its prey. “That son of a bitch.” Hel stood up and rotated her shoulders. “Fine, I’m in the mood to kill something.” She glanced down at Serenity. ‘Jor you better get your ass back here. She is fading and I just heard a hellhound. I’m sure it’s headed this way.’ She commentedmentally and her senses flared. They were coming toward the front of the house, she felt demons and just the one hellhound. Farther out she felt a couple vampires and then Surt himself. Well shit, she relayed that information as well.