Warhammer Hellhound Novels & Stories

He whirled, rifle raised—only to see Emily striding into the clearing. He fired three panicked bursts, but Emily evaded each round, her limbs moving with an eerie precognition. Her eyes gleamed in a lurid red, the same crimson that once sparked in Hound’s reanimated body. **Such are the benefits of owning a Hellhound—**a master-slave contract, a deal struck with darkness. Even a fleeting five-second glimpse into the future was more than enough to ensure survival. The soldier’s mind raced; he squeezed the trigger once more—aimed directly at Emily’s forehead. She didn’t flinch. Click. Nothing. The weapon jammed. Fear contorted his features as Emily slowly redirected his gun until it pointed at

She kept her attention drawn towards the page the entire moment she flanked the pages of the Journal. Finally, after passing through so many Pages, Cassie smile as her eyes darted towards the Content of the Journal with the title "The Few Supernaturals With The Ability To Seal Their Scent And Imprint" Cassie heaved as she read, at First, she came across a saying that said, "The Hellhound, also known as the Black Dog or Bearer of Death is a specie of amortal Supernatural Spirit who possess the body of human. Been the Guardian of the Supernatural World, a being known as the Harbinger of Death, the Hellhound possess Pyrokinetic and Thermokinetic Powers which helped in Covering it's tracks, scen

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

he asked. "Yes and she is onboard." I replied, and he seemed baffled. "Did she tell you what happened to my brother Joseph?" He asked, and I nodded. "Yes she did and Karen and I will not end up that way." I assured him, and he laughed. "Humans do not have the capacity to be loyal." He cautioned me. "Well, that should be my problem to worry about," I told him, and he nodded. "Either way, she can't be here. Humans are not allowed in wolf settlements." He warned me.

The energy that I had kept buried for so long, after losing Azura forty years ago, began to swarm inside of me and I put everything I had into diving down faster. What happened next, happened so fast that it took me a moment to understand what had transpired. For the first time in my life, I experienced a full-blown Dragon Rage, causing me to react recklessly. One second, I was chasing Arion, the next I was gripping Arion’s heart. His Dragon was lying in a small crater, as he had slammed into the ground with enough force to smash a parked car and create a crater in the middle of the road. Luckily, Kellan and the others had moved the humans far enough away that they hadn’t been injured.

Dominic had asked and looked at me. "Hellhounds are black demon dogs cloaked in black smokey gas that takes the shape of a dog and has red eyes. They gather the souls for me when it's time to take them to the afterlife," Jippies explained. "They are perfectly harmless unless a malicious soul doesn't follow the rules; Hellhound will chase them down until they surrender." "Then do you mean a hellhound was going against you and chased this woman?" Jippies nods his head at my question. "I raised those Hellhounds since they were pups. To think a wild Hellhound left the Demon Realm to chase a human when her time isn't up yet. It's strange indeed."

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

The K-9s that were part of the detail were hellhounds and were bred specifically to serve the Moon Goddess and her chosen Elders. As the guards walked them away from the Elders, the dogs shifted to their hellhound forms. Each of the three dogs stood with their heads held high, even with shoulders of their Lycan handlers. Their pitch-black fur stood on end making them appear even larger. The eerie and demonic red glow of their eyes refracted off the smoke that came from their large snouts and mouths that held a permanent snarl. Fangs and claws extended as foam began to form around their mouths as they drooled in anticipation of a fight.

I scooped up a fallen branch, as it was the only weapon available, and held it high. “Shoo, go away,” I said, brandishing the large stick. Another round of growls and snarls filled the air. I was in deep shit. Spinning in a slow circle, I kept my attention on the creatures as more and more glowing eyes appeared through the fog and trees. One of them advanced, stepping into a beam of moonlight. My breath hitched. It was massive, like a wolf shifter, covered in reddish-black fur with a row of spikes along its spine. Saliva dripped from its mouth. The crimson glowing pupils flickered as if made of flame. A single word popped into my mind—Hellhounds.

“I can see your point. Even if they believed in you. They’d just take the cases away from us because they would be noteworthy.” “Ah… Those types. We have our own issues. The Hell Hounds are an all-female enforcer team. It doesn’t sit well with some old guard. Our name comes from the idea of that. What would scare a hellhound straight? His mother. So, we took on that name.” Ian had to chuckle at that. “It’s a concept. So, you have issues with sexism?”