Supernatural Hellhounds Novels & Stories

“Hellhounds?” I ask, slowly, not sure if my hearing is working correctly. “What exactly are – I thought they were stories. I mean, aren’t they just myths?” I can hear the sounds of ripping flesh behind me and despite my identity as a wolf shifter along with the darker impulses it brings, the vicious tearing sounds from behind me make my blood curl. “Myths?” Their leader studies me. “Hellhounds are not myths. They are dangerous beasts. Intelligent and blood thirsty. They are also the best demonic trackers.”

“Wait a minute. Isn’t your mom dead? “June asked. “She is. But for a brief second, it felt like she was still alive. I know it does not make much sense but given everything that we have gone through so far, that might be the norm now,” While they continue to discuss their abnormal occurrences, the ground underneath their feet began to rumble. “Are you serious?” June complains. “We have one minute apiece without some demonic crap happening around this,” Out of the ground slowly rose three large canines composed of rock and lava. “Hellhounds, “Madison said. “What page did you find I doubt? “ “None. It just seems obvious, “ “Good point. Any chance that one of you has a plan on how to deal with

Both of them leaned against me and listened. "The natural order of the wolfing world, is Alpha Beta and Omega. However there was a fourth, the fourth represented something dark and eternal. A being so dark that people called it the devil dog, or the black wolf. But in our world, we call it...the hellhound. The human's believed that the hellhound was a three headed dog of Hades. However, the hellhound was not the name for a three headed dog, but three seperate wolves. two of the wolves were twins, their names were Sozen and Ozai."

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.

“Supernatural beings who breathe fire” I raise a brow. “You’re joking”. He laughed. “I am. We feed on blood and relish in other people’s death. Plus, we’re the only supernaturals who can kill other supernaturals without much work. We can also control the element of fire. You know, because we’re demons from hell”. “The way you keep saying we, I’m guessing you’re a hellhound”. He smiled. “Yes”. “Is that all there is to hellhounds?”, I ask him.

That meant getting down to our latest problems. Quade had contacted a Hellhound he knew. The way hellhounds were created was rather a disturbing event. They weren't born like werewolves or fae. They were turned similarly to vampires. As a vampire, you were technically already dead, a cold, hard shell walking around using other people's blood to stay alive. Hellhounds were the same in the sense of the human being dead, only once dead, the spirit of a Hellhound would possess the mortal body which in turn kept the body and human functional.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

a shiver rippled through Saint's body, and her nose crinkled in disgust, "I thought you'd be in a brighter mood now that he's, you know, probably being tortured by a hellhound in hell and all that." A tendril of satisfaction slithered over my body at the thought. For what he had done, for who he had done it to, the hellhounds were bound to have a field day with him. He would never be able to escape the punishment or the torment they would inflict on him. They were the protectors of all supernaturals. A deal struck between the Gods led to the creation of the hellhounds.

“You insolent halfling! I will not spare you nor your treacherous family!” The demon king of the Nether World flicked his arm to Maleficent’s direction. On cue, hellhounds – wolves from the pits of the Nether World – immerged from thin air. The hellhounds got their three eyes transfixed to the family of three. Three hellhounds from the demon king’s crimson flames multiplied to two – two for each Glutton family member.

Naomi asks. “He seemed rather perplexed by the whole thing.” “Aren’t we all?” I mumble. “He said hellhounds are physical beings, brought forth from hell. They can’t shapeshift like that.” “Do you think they were really hellhounds?” Kristy holds up her phone. “He sent me this photo from a book in the library. It’s what they look like. And Lucas has seen them before.” She bites her lip and looks out the window. “But with the way they went from rats to hellhounds…I’m going to guess no and they were just taking on the form of something terrifying. What’s more terrifying than a hellhound? I’m getting a bad feeling about this. Like a really bad feeling.”