Warhammer Hellhound Novels & Stories

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

I had never seen one that was this fucking big or unique looking. “This handsome boy is Fueyo,” she said, petting his head. “He’s one of this pack’s Hellhounds. I’m not sure how much anyone knows about Hellhounds, but they are guardians. They are Hades’ personal creation, and he chooses who they will become the guardian of. Hellhounds are rare and extremely powerful, so he is very selective of who is blessed with them. This handsome boy is Klayrn’s guardian.” ‘Byron, make a mental note to add all of this shit to the database.’

I’m five foot ten. He whines and grumbles, and I stroke his massive head. “Yes, I know. She is ok,” I say to him and he huffs before he stands and moves to sit in between my legs. The Hellhounds can take down a wolf with ease. Their bites have the sting of icy death and they secrete venom that can kill a werewolf. Fortunately, they are extremely loyal creatures. Destinee has Anubis and I have always had Set. But he can’t swim in the depths, so Gaia has been keeping him for me.

But to do that I have to endure the shifting, I'll have to leave my parent's home and move into the alpha's place, all kids my age have to do it. Wolves are immortal and take our sweet time before bringing kids into this world, my siblings are old enough to be my parents not that we show, the whole pack look around the twenty to the thirty-year-old mark. Only the elderly look old enough to be in their forties, now although I'm going through my puberty being a hundred years old, I only look like I'm sixteen, I could pass as seventeen sometimes in the human world.

Harvey’s POV As soon as I saw those assholes hands on Nova Echo immediately took over. Neither of us was happy about anyone touching Nova, especially with harmful intent. But it was more intense for Echo. While I may still have my reservations about her being half Hunter, that were even stronger now that I saw she uses their weapons, Echo was different. Echo is a wolf not a human. Therefore to him it doesn’t matter what kind of creature she is. All that matters to him is that Nova is his Mate and someone tried to harm his Mate.

Zarnak repeated. “Huh? What’d you mean by that?” Theo asked. “I mentioned this before, the dagger possesses any power its owner wants.” Zarnak replied Theo who only looked confused. “I am still confused, what are you trying to say?” Theo asked and the latter sighed before speaking. “The hellhounds are demons of hell, fireballs have no effects on them, for you to kill them, you will have to fight them as an hellhound, Fire to Fire, it is the only way you can defeat them.” Zarnak briefly explained but Theo opened his mouth wide and stared palely at Zarnak.

"You can hardly stand. Don't make this any harder than it already is." The hellhound stepped fully into the light, its massive body sleek and black like obsidian. Smoke curled from its nostrils, and its jagged teeth shone like shards of glass. Eric shifted, his movements fluid and deadly. "Fine," he grumbled. "If you're so determined to help, then don't die." Before I could react, the hellhound lunged.

After the Gate of Life slowly opened, six Hellhounds rushed out in succession. For some reason, she repeatedly summoned Hellhounds recently. This kind of demonic beast was very fierce and powerful. The situation immediately changed after these Hellhounds joined the battle. Each Hellhound was the equivalent of the Strong at the final stage of the Voiding Realm. In addition, they had no fear of death at all. After being bitten by these Hellhounds, the guards immediately screamed, threw their weapons, and fled in every direction. "This..." Zhangsun Lan was completely scared out of her wits. She had thought that it would be a simple affair of catching her husband committing adultery. She didn't

Remo materialized in front of us and sat down on his haunches, looking at me expectantly. He was my awesome Hellhound. Imagine a dog bigger than a rottweiler, fur that could literally burst into flames, and had its own magic. Their species was created by Hades, God of the Underworld, and paired with specific individuals. They became that person’s guardian. I have had him since before I could walk. “Okay. I’ll be right there. Thanks, Remo,” I said, scratching the scruff on his neck the way that he liked it.

empty, not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to themselves to turn their lives into hell from the moment they were born and did so by the most heinous means and ways. He looked around and saw their thirst for blood—beasts devoid of feelings of kindness and pity, machines made to kill without mercy.