Supernatural Hellhounds Novels & Stories

Before either of us can say anything we hear the commotion that’s going on down below, we both peer over and sure enough there she is my beautiful mate but the sight of her running for her life is pissing me off and making my beast start to surface and I can feel my fangs starting to protrude. I want blood and I will burn this fucking city if these filthy fucks touch her. But to our surprise they aren’t the hunters we thought were watching her, no they are fucking hellhounds. I try to rack my brain as to why they would be after her, they normally keep to themselves unless you get on their bad side which I know for a fact Bree did not. There are at least 8 of them after her and they are all s

The elder’s skeletal frame began to shift as he roared, “I’ll show you my true power!” He opened his skeletal jaws and began muttering a strange incantation. Adrian’s eyes narrowed with surprise as a rift opened in the void, and from it emerged another skeletal creature. “What… Is that a hellhound?” Adrian murmured. The creature, resembling a large, menacing dog, trembled with a terrible aura. Adrian recognized it instantly as a hellhound, a beast he had encountered before. The elder looked smug, though momentarily taken aback by Adrian’s recognition. “So you know what it is. That’s right, it’s a hellhound, and a signal that your end has arrived.”

“Griff called it a halfway house. I can only assume that it’s because the spirits were fresh out of Hell.” “Where are they going?” “I’m working on it,” I said. “Anything else?” Next, I told her about the Hellhounds and how they resided in the most secure enclosure within the wards. There had been about two-dozen of the creatures, not counting Bonnie’s huge litter. I glanced over Larissa’s shoulder, making sure her notes were accurate, and got her to rewrite the things she’d skimmed over. It was more important than ever that Hades was satisfied with our progress.

There was only a look of finality. "Your hell," Clara said softly, though it was unclear whether she was speaking to Rebecca or to Ethan, "Begins now." After that, Clara picked up the urn and walked away into the heavy shadows of the crematorium. Rebecca lay alone on the cold ground, knife still in her chest, blood slowly soaking into the earth beneath her. A faint ambulance siren sounded far away, but she could no longer hear it clearly. Her eyes stayed open as she stared into the gray sky.

evil. Their teeth, with longer, sharper fangs than I’ve ever seen before, drip of crimson blood before they’re anywhere near us. Their bodies are twisted, wrong, unnaturally. They’re not exactly wolves, but they’re not any other creature I’ve seen before. Freyja gasps in the shared mind-link, her silver wolf running forward to stand by Lyra’s red wolf. ‘He has created hell hounds,’ she says in the shared mind-link, and the words echo heavily in my head.

They were killing in me in the most brutal way. "Fuck she is still so tight man..." "Her breasts areee umm..... so fucking bigggg......" "Ohh....yes....!!" Their barely heard voices was killing my soul. They don't know that they are using just a dead body. "Umm....baby. Why are you crying..? We know you are also enjoying this as much as we are enjoying this...." I heard one of them saying that killed my already dead soul. They killed me brutally.... They brutally killed my soul....

Stephanie couldn’t believe that the person who managed to destroy her soul and mind in one night, had returned to her life to torment her again. And he was engaged with… Amber Young. That was a first since Nathaniel Grant Stevens wasn’t that kind of man. His hate towards women was legendary. He was the most selfish person on the face of the Earth, the most dangerous, the absolute worst. He was the devil reincarnated. Undoubtedly, he was up to something... but what was it? Who was he trying to hurt? Was it just her or Billy too? If something happened to Billy, she... she wouldn’t be able to live with herself.

“The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.” “What?” That guy was definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. “The hellhound has conquered a bunch of packs already, but not half of the world.” Ethan explained. “Yet,” I interjected. He eyed me but continued. “He’s also reputed to answer to challenges pretty brutally.” “You don’t know how brutal he can get,” Hellhound Girl said to the guys. There was a fire in those eyes that I liked. She was probably imagining them burning at the stake and she enjoyed the idea.

he breathed his last breath and closed his eyes. The police called an ambulance took uncle and Dhruv lifeless bodies with them. At last it was all over. Akash held my face in his hands. "Angel, are you okay?" Suddenly I felt darkness enveloped my whole body. "Angel! Dharani !" I heard Akash and brother screaming. I fell in my husband's arms till the darkness consumed me fully. ************************************ How is it ?

Don't pass out, don't pass out. I haven't read the magical manual for leylines yet, but I'm pretty sure being unconscious and alone when passing through isn't a good thing. My stomach heaves. Don't pass out, don't pass out. A hand grabs my wrist and I snap my eyes open. I don't see anyone except the hand on my wrist. Then a hiss sounds and fangs shine in the dark. No! It can't be! "Welcome to hell, little witch," Zane jerks me to him. "Looks like I get to kill you again."