Hellhound Warhammer Novels & Stories

So I add, “Unless you’d rather it be her. I didn’t hesitate to use my own brother to feed the Hallow, so why wouldn’t I use his daughter?” Delaney flinches, then slowly, with trembling hands, reaches for the spellbook. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, clearly pleased. I can’t help but smile. Everything is coming together. Soon, I’ll be the most powerful warlock in the world. With the Hallow at my side, no one will be able to stop me, not even the Warren Heir.

(At the Mansion) Erlin fought with all his might, his movements precise and efficient. His strength lay not in sorcery but in sheer skill. Yet, without his gear, his physical prowess was insufficient against someone who had studied him through countless realities. Each of Erlin’s movements, every dodge and counter, was etched into Hound’s memory, leading to a prophecy of defeat. As Erlin dropped his guard for a fraction of a second, Hound seized the opportunity. Summoning immense black flames and silver smoke, he launched an uppercut that sent Erlin’s head flying from his body, leaving only a smoldering skull attached to a burning spine.

Zeres has always been the winner right from the start and he would always be the winner. After a few moment, other war mongers arrived. They were cladded in armor. Most especially, armed with swords and the Stagladiers. The Stagladiers were deadly weapons used to obliterate it's victim once targeted. It had a high proficient chemical mixed with the vile blood of a corrupted creature. So once sprayed on it's victim can cause a very fatal blow or explosion. These war mongers were also armed with swords and calipers. Some wielded spear with it's peak poisoned.

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.

The Federation had no success at taking much less keeping one alive and whenever they tried, humans died. Six months before the end of the war-maybe I should call it the first war since the hounds are returning-a hellhound broke into the underground compound where I worked. It killed twenty-three people. Twenty-one of them were heavily armed. Three of my co-workers and I made it to a reinforced steel closet and closed the door with the hellhound inches from destroying us. I've had nightmares about them ever since. Now King is saying he can take me to see a hellhound.

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.

He was in his element right now learning new shit about the supernatural world. “The older Hellhounds respond to commands in Ghersi, an ancient dialect of the original Hellhound masters. Our younger ones respond to both Ghersi and English. So, I asked him to locate Tamadrin because he has his link closed, so I was unable to get ahold of him for this meeting. He is my fourth-in-command. I will introduce you to the rest as they come in,” he promised.

Thea thought the occupants of this place must know shortcuts between levels using those ever-spinning, ever-changing tunnels. Her Valkyries closed in on her and Conri, forming a protective circle around them. Another row of them spread out, poised to fight. The rest of them fanned out around them, also ready to fight. A few of the dark figures stepped out of the shadowy darkness and got close enough for her to see. Suddenly, she understood the term hellhound. Dead werewolves in wolf form, shadow demons animating them. It made her hair stand on end. Other things stepped out of the shadows. Something that looked like a monster made of rock and dripping mud. Dead witches and werewolves animated

Chapter 85: Beasts Of The Hunt Deep Woods, Open Forrest, Outskirts... A series of violent snarls filled the open night air as many a humanoid wolf tore through the looming trees to get at the rich scent of blood that had caught their collective attention. The Howler M.C. had stumbled upon a group of outlaws who had taken up in the wilderness and had been having themselves something of a party with a good deal of drugs, and booze before the shift of the time and the onset of the werewolves descending upon their camp. Everywhere snarling teeth and razor-sharp claws had been digging into hot warm flesh and the splattering of crimson slick blood had been glorious as the brutes hunted and feasted