Warhammer Hellhound Novels & Stories

she cackles. "I am an imperial wolf," I scream at the former Luna. "No, you are a mistake! Imperial hybrids are to be bred with other imperial hybrids. You are filth, and that baby is too. The only thing going for that baby is the fact it came from a bloodline of vampire hybrids that can transform into a vampire at will. Don't you get it, Luna? Your baby is a threat and a weapon to the imperials. They will not rest until she is dead, or they will use her to destroy everything they fear, even you and your Alpha, " she cackles.

he says, “You’ll see!” Andrew opens the crate with a flourish, and Spike leaps out. I have to say, this dog looks intimidating. Hellhound is of indeterminate breed. I think there’s some English bulldog in his genes somewhere, but I’m unsure of the rest. Spike is a pure German shepherd. He’s even bigger than I envisioned, and his body condition is impressive. Shiny coat, powerful legs, and huge teeth. He will terrify any potential intruder through his appearance alone! “So you want to see him in action,” he asks, obviously hoping that I will agree,” I can show you ‘attack’! I’ll grab the training dummies!”

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

After the clouds of dust settle down, a ferocious-looking dog cloaked in flames, lit up the cave. Glowing red eyes. Black fur. Razor-sharp teeth. It’s almost as large as Asha— 9m in length. “Growl……!” Just by standing there, his flames melt the ice quickly. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!! A powerful blast like a railgun, light blue in colour— shots at that Hellhound from Dómr’s mouth. Ugh… the Hellhound was blown to pieces. “Phew, finally.” Principal murmured as he lay on Dómr’s back. “I don’t want to go in there again.”

My lungs burned as the air was knocked from them. I screamed and tried to get it off of me before I heard a grunt and spun to see a large feral-looking Lycan standing on its hind legs, its large muscular and hairy body huge compared to me. A wolf was latched onto the creature's shoulder, but it was as if he barely noticed. And then I met the Lycan's eyes and froze. I knew those strange yellow-orange eyes. I would remember them anywhere. Terror took over me and my body trembled involuntarily from fear.

And a mad one at that. The Hellhound, they called him. Even though he was important, he was known to go on certain missions with his underlings though those particular ones were usually very specific. Anyone who ever got a visit by the New York Mafia with him being there meant they had done something terrible and could not live to the next day.

Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming. My body bows as claws dig into my back. Falling forward, I manage to rip away from the claw and slice at the hound, but another grips my arm. I kick out as my sword clatters onto the floor and rip another hound’s arm. Its grey body shudders, and its wolflike snout curls. Outside of their human forms, hellhounds are not pretty creatures. They are gray, with large, stout, pitbull bodies, very little hair, and heads are round with tiny cauliflower ears, beady dark eyes, and puglike snouts.

Harold knew what he was doing, showing those pictures to them. She grinds her molars together. "Not all Hellhound are alike." Harold pressed his lips together. "Is that a werewolf talking or mother of a Hellhound?" "It doesn't—" "Yes, it makes all the difference, Omega. We need wolves on our side when the great battle comes. Wolves such as yourself and your brother. You both managed to make it this far all on your own and killed several of our enemies." Allie exhaled a breath. Now she was cursing herself for taking up the job of killing Hellhounds and being so skilful doing it.