What Do Hellhounds Look Like In Supernatural Novels & Stories

This was their territory. A sudden click from the door, and then the heavy thud of footsteps. My breath hitched. The door creaked open, revealing two massive figures. Hellhounds. Both of them wore leather vests, their faces hard and unsmiling. They were truly enormous, towering over me. One of them held a large, gleaming assault rifle, pointing it not quite at me, but certainly in my direction. The other one carried a tray. “Well, well,” the one with the tray grunted, his voice like gravel. “Look who’s awake.”

Others had scriptures tattooed across their shaved heads, old prayers written in languages that looked as if they might cut the tongue that spoke them. And behind them, filling every shadowed arch and rising tier, stood the creatures of Hell itself. Demons with skin like polished obsidian, like ash, like deep blue stone, like molten copper. Creatures with antlers instead of horns, with tails coiling around their ankles, with eyes glowing green, white, violet, red. Some were beautiful enough to look carved from temptation itself. Others were monstrous in ways that made beauty seem like a childish concern. Scales, feathers, fangs, claws, smoke-veiled faces, living shadows and halo-like rings o

I stood at the edge of a shoreless lake, but it wasn't water that sloshed against my ankles, it was blood, dark and crimson and slowly rising to cover me whole. My lips dropped to scream, but nothing came out, not even a whimper… So I turned to run… A hold clamped around my thighs, another on my ankles, my knees, my wrist. I looked down again, just as hundreds more of them broke the surface, bloody skeletal frames reaching out for me with dripping hands. Their eyes were hollow and dark, and though their teeth clamped shut, they screamed. They held me, drawing me in, pulling me down until I was drowning, widened eyes at the sky for an escape.

The moment he did, it became visible. It was massive, with black fur. Nicholai had ripped it into two equal parts. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Its bones were outside, and I’d never seen anything like this before. I’d heard of hellhounds, but I never thought I’d actually get to see one. My stomach churned. Tara screamed, her hands covering her mouth. I instantly turned. The desperate hellhound moved once, twice, then went limp. Nicholai didn’t flinch. This horrific sight didn’t faze him once. He moved over the corpse, breathing heavily, blood running down his cheeks and chest as he glared into the empty space next to Tara.

“The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.” “What?” That guy was definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. “The hellhound has conquered a bunch of packs already, but not half of the world.” Ethan explained. “Yet,” I interjected. He eyed me but continued. “He’s also reputed to answer to challenges pretty brutally.” “You don’t know how brutal he can get,” Hellhound Girl said to the guys. There was a fire in those eyes that I liked. She was probably imagining them burning at the stake and she enjoyed the idea.

They were tiptoeing when there was a sudden loud bang, like a sound of a drum or a gong. Aiko was quick to pull Kalli behind the bushes. Their eyes widened to see who are making the noises. Kalli bit the side of his fist to stop himself from making any noise while he also covered Aiko’s mouth as she was about to scream. The entities are roaming the street, they are wearing a white long tunic with hood over their heads but they do not have distinct features because their faces have melted. Behind them is a boar-like creature which is emitting a stinky smell. Aiko removed Kalli’s hand and pulled her shirt collar up to her face to smell the detergent she used on it just so she won't puke. They’

I cursed at myself, especially towards my body, which betrayed me in front of the devil himself. Not to mention, I wanted to blame my eyes for admiring his good looks. He has a high cheekbone, a sharp jawline, and beautiful dark brown eyes. His eyes had light brown strikes on them, which made him look like a cheetah. His short jet-black hair was styled ideally to make him look like a bad boy and a gentleman at the same time. His body was lean but muscular. He's about 6 foot 2, and his glasses make him look more intelligent and intimidating. I put my hoodie and sweatpants on before going out of the room. I heard the door close around 30 minutes after I got into the shower, so it was safe to g

These servants spent the rest of their days here, mining over and over until they had finally paid for their sins before withering away in ash. I immediately paused my reading and let that sink in, creatures in hell didn't live forever, they all worked in hell till they were done attoning for their sins before they then withered away in ash, their souls... gone, at rest. I thought it was a befitting ending. Guards on the other hand, for me, were the most beautiful and pitiful form of creatures in hell. They were half demon half wolf creatures, huge and silent.

“I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.” “Ah!,” said Alik. “That was what the blood was all about. Establishing ownership.” André nodded at the wizard. “How loyal are we talking?” Alik asked, looking at the pup clinically. “Intensely so. They will grow to become quite big and will need massive amount of meat. Fresh or rotten, it matters very little to them, but they prefer blood over water, so get yourself well acquainted with butcher shops around. They will obey, but you don’t always have to command them verbally. They are known to en

his eyes had a haunted look. "P-Please don't hu-hurt me" my chest hurts so bad and I can't breathe well. As I look up, I saw his naked body while his torso is still aroused. Half of his body is covered with a tattoo. "I don't care what are you doing here," he looked heavenward as he let out small laughter. "I said...," he paused while his jaw tightened. "Who the fuck are you! Dumb bitch!," his blaring voice sents mental pain in me.