Helluva Boss Hellhound Oc の小説・ストーリー

My footsteps echoed louder and louder until the ground seemed to pulse beneath me. “Come closer,” the voice whispered in my mind. “I want to see you.” I reached the railing and looked down. Across the street, an old digital billboard flickered with static. Then, slowly, the static cleared. My face appeared on the screen. It wasn’t the same as before. My eyes glowed faintly, and my expression was calm, almost serene. The city light behind the billboard cast everything in eerie gold. Alexander grabbed my wrist. “Luna, don’t look at it.”

There is blood covering his teeth, giving him a menacing look. “Well- well, what do we have here? The girl with the scar. So, you are the one we have been looking for. They made you out like a monster, but you are a pretty little thing. I will let the boss know, as soon as I have had a taste of you first” he says flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth. The only thing I can focus on is that blood on his teeth.

Remo materialized in front of us and sat down on his haunches, looking at me expectantly. He was my awesome Hellhound. Imagine a dog bigger than a rottweiler, fur that could literally burst into flames, and had its own magic. Their species was created by Hades, God of the Underworld, and paired with specific individuals. They became that person’s guardian. I have had him since before I could walk. “Okay. I’ll be right there. Thanks, Remo,” I said, scratching the scruff on his neck the way that he liked it.

With a shared nod of understanding and solidarity, we each place a hand on the crystal orb, feeling its energy surge through our veins as my wolf, but not my wolf, forces her way out. “Savage, do not fear, I am your hellhound form called Gina.” my hellhound says before taking control. “She looks like Cleo, but on fire.” Adrian says in aww. Gina, in her fearsome hellhound form, lets out a low growl that reverberates through the chamber, her fiery fur casting a warm light that pushes back the shadows and illuminates the carvings on the walls. The crystal orb pulses beneath our touch, its ethereal glow intensifying as if in response to Gina's transformation.

The words erupted from my chest in an intense, predatory roar. But her scent had vanished. Rain began to pour, interfering with any chance of tracking her trail. When I caught the smell of danger nearby, my fur bristled. I closed my eyes and heightened my Lupine instincts. There were rogue wolves lurking within the forest. More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

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.

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

Thorne waved a hand dismissively as if the answer to the question Julian posed wasn't important, "what did your attacker look like." "We didn't see anything but we were attacked by fire," I responded pointedly. "And ice," came Julian's soft murmur. Thore opened his hand, an orange flame illuminating his palm, "I harness Hellfire. No matter how fast you think you are, the moment you touch it you will burn to ash. Hellfire is the strongest type of fire so it's the only defense a Hellhound needs. No Hellhounds I know can harness water." "I don't trust you."