Hell Wolf Romane & Geschichten

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain.” He swallowed hard, like the truth itself had weighed his tongue down. “Those things were werewolves. The ones you saw today; we call them hellhounds. They’re sent to the human world to destroy their target. And right now, you, Joyce, are that target. I swear I’ll answer all your questions, but not here. Now is not the time.” Hellhounds? The word alone chilled me. The beasts that attacked my car were obviously too huge to be dogs and too terrifying to be wolves. All four of them were at least five feet tall. It gave me chills to even think they could come back.

She demanded. No one spoke. The answer was too shameful. You could not agree, isn't that it?” the Goddess asked bitterly. “Even on the brink of annihilation, you bicker and squabble like spoiled children. Fools! If you had united sooner, Ferrivor and his master could have been stopped before they began.” “The beast is ferrivor? But they died with Lupus Tenebris.” Donton whispered. “He lives now! Judy Bloodfang has resurrected The evil wolf! Along with all his creatures of destruction! Ferrivor, the Red Noxala, and his screaming souls. White Hollow has been opened!”

Terrified. One of them gasped when she saw me. “The white wolf…” she whispered, like maybe she thought I was a dream sent to comfort them before death. “No dream,” Draken muttered beside me. “Unfortunately.” Before I could even reassure them, his posture went razor sharp. “What?” I hissed. His eyes narrowed on a ridge behind us. “Someone’s coming. Not human. Those are wolves possessed by lower hell spirits, see their eyes?” I looked, and my stomach dropped. Six… no eight… wolves moving fast toward the coven clearing. Their eyes glowed a horrific sick red, their jaws hanging open in dripping snarls that didn’t belong to anything living.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

If she got out of this alive, she would have to remember to thank the devil incarnate. The wolves surrounded them and growled at the hunters, showing them their long and sharp teeth. Lola tried to ignore the pain in her leg and shouted loudly, “HELP ME! I AM NOAH GREY HIS MATE. THESE MEN SHOT ME. REVENGE YOUR ALPHA.” The hunters looked at her wondering what kind of insane nonsense she was spilling but the wolves did not hesitate. Lola laughed wickedly when they jumped the hunters and ripped off their flesh. Her vision started to become blurrier by the second, she felt a wet wolf nose against her cheek before she passed out from the pain and blood loss.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Thalia… Oh, this was interesting but things became even more interesting when he saw another werewolf. This one was a male with silver eyes and a jacket on. He could see the name of a pack on the jacket. Hellhounds. Lucien was familiar with them and judging by one of the symbols on the jacket this was their Beta. He saw the beta pick the girl up, a current of electricity erupting the moment there was skin contact.

Alive. I took a shaky step forward, overwhelmed by the rush of their emotions blending with mine. But the relic wasn’t ready to surrender. A low, ominous rumble echoed from the warehouse complex. The ground trembled beneath my feet. From the shadows between the decaying buildings, dark figures burst forward — rogue wolves with glowing eyes and a desperate witch whose hands crackled with stolen black energy. Their snarls and muttered incantations filled the air as they charged straight at us. Spells of twisting, shadowy energy were sent flying toward us.

“And who are you?” “The man standing between you and him.” Jax’s voice turned lethal. “If you want Eli, you’ll have to go through my corpse first.” The Dreadlord laughed. The sound was wrong. Too deep. Too hollow. Madness echoed inside it. Then he snapped his fingers. The wall beside the living room exploded inward. Jackie screamed. I froze in absolute horror. A horde of wolves crawled through the shattered opening. Not normal wolves. Twisted things. Their flesh hung rotten from exposed bones. Their eyes glowed sickly white while decay dripped from their jaws. Some were missing patches of skin entirely. The smell alone nearly made me vomit.