Warhammer Hellhound Novels & Stories

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

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?

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

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.

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.