The Hellhound Novels & Stories

I waved a hand over my face and blinked away tears. “What the Hell?” I said, coughing out my lungs. Griff laughed. “You’ve never been in the presence of a Hellhound?” “When would I ever get the chance?” I asked through gasping breaths. The space ahead of me was a hundred feet long, with the infernal creatures roaming about behind bars like hungry jackals. Let me tell you about Hellhounds, the monsters about the size of racehorses but shaped like canines. Sinewy muscles covered their misshapen bones, but most of the time, they took the form of smoke.

They were tiptoeing when there was a sudden loud bang, like a sound of a drum or a gong. Aiko was quick to pull Kalli behind the bushes. Their eyes widened to see who are making the noises. Kalli bit the side of his fist to stop himself from making any noise while he also covered Aiko’s mouth as she was about to scream. The entities are roaming the street, they are wearing a white long tunic with hood over their heads but they do not have distinct features because their faces have melted. Behind them is a boar-like creature which is emitting a stinky smell. Aiko removed Kalli’s hand and pulled her shirt collar up to her face to smell the detergent she used on it just so she won't puke. They’

A vampire lunged at us but Zilver ripped him apart in a matter of seconds. Every faction of our world was present and indulging in a bloody battle. Tons of lives were about to be lost. I needed to find Karica, I could sense her nearby. Adiyan had gone to her rescue but I had to look for her now before Vildus found them both and caused more damage. A deafening roar erupted from somewhere around our right and Zilver swirled around and came face-to-face with the largest hellhound I had ever seen. The leathery black skin was taut over its lean body, and its crimson eyes with flickers of gold were fixated on me. The elongated fangs were dripping saliva and blood as if he had recently hunted somet

With something feral and electric humming under my skin. Another growl sounded deeper, commanding. The wolves froze. A figure stepped from the shadows. Not a wolf. Not entirely human either. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes a molten gold that pinned me in place. His presence pressed down on the clearing like gravity itself. The other wolves lowered their heads instinctively. A rogue, my mind whispered, though I had no idea how I knew. He looked at me the way a hunter looks at prey and then the way a man looks at something that shouldn’t exist.

He reaches up, gently grasps it, and caresses his hand with his thumb. “What are you trying to say?” Reid asked nervously. “What if I told you we already have a hellhound in our pack, and he's a member? What if I told you he is my friend, and I trust him?” “That's absurd!” Reid said angrily, slamming his hand down on the table. He may have never met a hellhound, but he knows a lot about them. He spent a semester studying them and wrote a report on them in his senior year of Alpha training.

one of the lifeguards says, “maybe a shark….” “I get it, get me a suit,” Heath says deflated, “I will look for her myself.” “It is dangerous for you to……” “There is a woman out there scared for her life fighting the waves and god knows what to survive and you are worried about me. Get me a diving suit now,” he angrily yells. Heath Duncan a volatile man, fall in love once and has already lost the woman he is falling for, maybe this was a sign that he would never love ever again. This might be karma for how his mother treated his father.

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.

The warmth of his blazing body leans into me, and my palm pushes across his fuming fur. I wish all the creatures in my life were as sweet and caring as the hellhound. He’s been the only creature I’ve ever kept. Partly because I adore him, and partly because no one seems to be interested in purchasing a ferocious hellhound who may or may not be cursed.He’s one of a kind. Because the rest of his kind are in hell. "It’s their loss, isn’t it, little guy?" I tilt my head against his, and the heat of his tongue sears across my cheek as he gives me a happy kiss.

“Run and don’t let me catch you. Because wherever Idocatch you, I’m going to tear your leggings down and fuck you until I come inside your cunt. If it’s in public, if it’s in front of your best friend, or your fucking dance team, or your precious ex—I don’t give a shit.” My mouth gapes open. “I don’t—” “You want this to stop, and you say stop. Anything other than that word, I don’t care. If I catch you, I’m fucking you.” He trails a finger down my chest, between my breasts. “How much you fight determines if you get to come or not. But understand this, Violet. I’m always going to be the monster hunting you down. I’m always going to be right behind you wherever you go.”

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en