Warhammer Hellhound Novels & Stories

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

Thought she could lead a pack and survive. I buried her and became something else. “Ash doesn’t break,” I whispered, kneeling. I pressed my palm to the rune beneath my ribs. It pulsed back. Hot. Hungry. Like it wanted blood. Then something moved. Low growl. Too deep to be a man’s. I stood slowly, body tensed. A hellhound. Loose. Fur like coal, eyes burning with ember-light, fangs dripping acid. No blade. No time. I shifted.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he got in beside me. His jaw was set. Lips set into a grim line. And his eyes? They rivalled the worst thunderstorms. I had to be in a car with him for lord knows how long. I didn’t want to be there. Another man I have only seen from afar got into the front seat. He didn’t turn around to face us but when they started talking, I realised who he was, The Wolf Slayer’s Beta. I didn’t know how name either just that he was as horrible as his alpha. Also a pureblood lycan that had way too much power.

Jebediah had found his way back without explanation, wearing a satisfied expression and carrying a small jar of something dark and preserved that he set down and did not offer to share. Emmett was halfway through a drumstick when he remembered. "You called me a bloodhound earlier," he said, looking at Lord Nikolai. "When I arrived. What did that mean?" Lord Nikolai and Jebediah exchanged a glance. It was brief, the kind of look that had a full conversation packed inside it. "You are a Bloodhound, Emmett," Lord Nikolai said, setting down his cup. "A warrior-breed, wolves engineered through bloodline and conditioning for war and annihilation. Highly perceptive, driven by an instinct for confli

Chloe asked curiously. "You're a smart one, aren't you?" Dagmar smirked. "The goddess always seems to bless Hellhound males with smart women. The gods know those males need them. You're right; myths tend to come from a truth albeit perhaps an embellished truth. Shadow Wolves are no different although I'm not sure there are any werewolves alive today who know the story.

Vincent stared at the book “I figured out what Riley is” I turned to her “She is a hellhound, you can check it yourself “ Vincent was still staring at the book, and I decided to look too “Hellhounds carry the punishment of their ancestors past” Cyrus said as he looked at the book In the book, I could see the image of a beast with fire surrounding it. There was a writing below it, which I could not translate, but it seems Vincent and Cyrus understood it So I was a hellhound

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.

“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

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

Lucius is his brother and what she can’t understand is why he would lock him up. “As you can’t understand with your pitiful low intelligence,” Axl padded as he walked past her with sarcasm hinting his tone. “It’s the prophecy what the Kings and Queens of Hell, or whatever you prefer to call it – underworld, must follow. This kind of prophecy holds a terrifying punishment if not succeeded and it’s becoming a mortal. I was once the King of Hell since the prophecy wasn’t written yet on the scroll. But then, it wrote: Lucius as the king having a wife from the mortal world and me…as only a prince!” Axl smashed his fist on the table in front of him, resulting in Emily to startle. She finally took