Warhammer Hellhound Novels & Stories

He pants and growls in anger. Obsidian is used similar to silver for wolves and gold for Gods and Goddesses. It renders us powerless. The chants become louder as they crescendo and I feel a presence to the left of me. I turn my head and see a hooded figure moving closer. My eyes dart towards the dagger in its hand. It’s gold with a sapphire at the hilt. My eyes widen when I look back and see the face I never thought I would see here, doing this to me and her mate. Xena!

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.

At that moment, a growl like I have never heard before in my life, echoed throughout the land, even making Luna Rayne jump, right before she raised her hands letting them burst into flames, ready for whatever it was to attack us. “What the hell was that?” I asked moving to Luna Rayne’s side, since she was the one with the fire ready to roll. “Hellhound, and it doesn’t seem happy.” Christopher says, like it’s no big deal, but I have seen pictures of them before, and I don’t know if my wolf could take one down on its own. But thankfully I wasn’t alone, and I was going to make sure that I didn’t get separated from these two, knowing now what kind of creatures possess this world.

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.

The words erupted from my chest in an intense, predatory roar. But her scent had vanished. Rain began to pour, interfering with any chance of tracking her trail. When I caught the smell of danger nearby, my fur bristled. I closed my eyes and heightened my Lupine instincts. There were rogue wolves lurking within the forest. More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound.

I commanded with a cold smirk on my face. Venus was inside her cell immediately. We had already tested out these specific cells and knew that her abilities would work in there. I had no idea if it was because of her species or because she was bound to me. Either way, it was a great tidbit of information to hold in the palms of our hands. Our Hellhounds were the aces up our sleeves. “Hellhounds are marvelous creatures,” I murmured appreciatively. “Their psychic abilities exceed those of many species. You’ll give us the information willingly, or my gorgeous Hellhound here will do that for me. Your choice.”

"I don't like to look at hellhounds so we're even." Our two hellhounds were once kept in a locked facility inside the citadel. Now we have two hundred, and we had to find a way to keep them contained and the island humans safe. Since toxin from a hellhound bite or scratch kills humans within a short time, our biggest fear is the hellhounds escaping. Shadow Warriors inject medication regularly to fight off the toxin. We've been unable to discover a cure for humans so we take no chances.

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

“I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?” Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.