Warhammer Hellhound Novels & Stories

One hellhound is about six feet tall, which could easily tower anyone. I fired the black ammo at the first hellhound that I saw, which is pinning down one of the hunters. The other hunters in the vicinity try to help their comrade, but the hellhound just vanishes into the shadows. Impressive, I thought as I loaded another black ammo. Maybe I should ask Verphegor for more of these, but I won’t let him know that I intend to use them on him if he ever shows up in my room without notice again.

(A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness ) The hellhound alpha is known to be ruthless ,savage and as cold as ice. He rules over werewolves, vampires, witches, and demons, who all thrive on war , terror, and bloodshed . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… Well, that is all well and true, but in the case of Asmodeus Hayes no one quite knows for sure what his story is. Many stories are told of his might , terror, power and evil as well as many different folk laws surrounding his existence but no one knows for sure what interpretation of t

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

Anyway, I have to focus because the appearance of these two marks the commencement of the real battle. Before I can even turn around to assess the intruders, a horde of extremely ferocious hellhounds charge at us. My dad and Darius, as always, do not waste any time before shifting to their wolf forms and lunge at the hounds with ease. The rest of the wolves follow suit and attack as well. I guess we underestimated these devils. As the hellhounds charge at us, three huge dragons start circling at a very low altitude. Clearly, they are aiming at the wolves. My heart skips and my palms start sweating profusely, as a great fear consumes me.

Max explains. I send a silent thank you to Selene for making him a history fanatic. "Oh. That sounds...nice" Amara says, wide eyed "Anything but. If they're anything like them, hellhounds would help. Their only weakness is fire, but if we stand a chance then they will need to be dealt with first." he finishes "We have hellhounds, plenty of them. I think you're on the right track, in my 700 years the kludde was the only beast I've ever heard of them using. If it's not an actual Kuppe, it probably shares DNA." Armaros speculates

It made Ardina's hairs tingle instantly and her body suddenly trembled. "Wh-at a sou-nd is th-at?" Ardina asked to stutter, scared to death when she heard Orthus' barking sound which was very loud and scary in Ardina's ears. "It's Orthus, the hellhound, the spirit guard dog who often escapes from hell. And he's ready to tear the spirit body into pieces. And the dog is also Asmodeus's pet," he explained. Ardina hugged herself as tightly as possible. His body shivered more and more every time the hellhound barked.

I frankly said to them. Everyone packs up their things and gathers their weapon. I summoned my hellhounds to transport us away from my fortress. My hellhounds are the only animal-like creature who can survive hell. Oslec helps me in carrying Aria at the back of the hounds. The rest of them individually hops onto their assigned hellhounds.

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.

That meant getting down to our latest problems. Quade had contacted a Hellhound he knew. The way hellhounds were created was rather a disturbing event. They weren't born like werewolves or fae. They were turned similarly to vampires. As a vampire, you were technically already dead, a cold, hard shell walking around using other people's blood to stay alive. Hellhounds were the same in the sense of the human being dead, only once dead, the spirit of a Hellhound would possess the mortal body which in turn kept the body and human functional.

No sooner did he finish than the alarms signaling the attack sounded all around us. Arion and I took off, shifting into our wolves. I leaped through the second-story window, Arrow hot on my heels. I landed and ran in the direction of Rina's scent. It was chaos, pack members were running everywhere, some heading to the bunkers, and others were the warriors heading to the frontlines. I could hear the snarls of wolves as they rushed past. Our warriors are some of the best trained in the world. I could see Nikko fighting at least 15 rogues. Rogues didn't usually attack in packs. What the hell was going on?