Novel & Cerita Helluva Hound

Before we get to them, they will flee and with their Elderwood and Tyler's strange blood, it would be difficult to track them. His eyes flickered over to the the wooden box James had brought in. The Siever was useless now since Tyler's blood was missing its human Scent. Once again, our hands were tied. "Go to sleep, Tiger."

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

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.

This will be at the top of the report to the Federation when I return home. If I return. King has found a way to capture the monsters and study them. Even if I don't agree, I need to pull my big girl panties up and discover everything I can about them. I walk closer almost mesmerized and for some reason my fear recedes. We call them hounds because they run on all fours. That's the only resemblance these creatures have to any type of canine. Their jaws are enormous, the teeth made for biting and shredding, the jaw itself made for pulverizing bone, wood, and even concrete. Our only protection has been steel sheets welded into the walls and floors of our compounds. With enough hellhounds they c

Axil's tense lips twisted as a ferocious snarl forced through them, his eyes now glowing a bright hazel as they stared at the shrubs we parted before to enter this place. His voice entered my ears and caused my heart to drop into my stomach. "Hellhounds."

She followed it without hurry, her shadow stretching long and narrow before her. The closer she came, the more the air changed. It thinned as if the space around her had been stretched slightly too far, leaving everything just a fraction displaced. Sound reached her late. Smells flattened. The village bells rang once for morning prayers, and the note seemed to slide off her rather than settle. A dog saw her first. It stood at the corner of a yard, tail mid-wag, then froze. Its ears flattened. A low whine slipped from its throat before it bolted, crashing through a hedge with panicked urgency.

~Owen~ I kept drawing my fingers on her neck, enjoying the on and off gasp until I grabbed her delicate part and heard that gasp suddenly turned into a moan ripping off her throat. And that alone turned me on. I had waited for that gasp to turn into a moan–that same moan from last night. I was barely restricting myself from sinking my fangs into that spot on her neck just as I had done many years ago when I claimed her as my mate. But not now she was still human. Not now she still can't remember who I was.

Jonathan tone went from happy to concerned and deadly the moment he entered the room seeing a obvious hellhound puppy getting pets from his obvious Allena. "She's so precious, can we keep her?" Allena looked up as the hellhound curled up in her arms while purring with contentment. "Darling this is a hellhound pup from hell itself." Jonathan hoped his lover could see reason. "She's too cute to hurt us right baby. Isn't that right girl? You're too cute to hurt us!" Allena crooned at the hellhound as she rubbed her ears, and she purred as her tail wagged happily.

he whispered. "I know, I knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt me." I looked up at him. "Can I at least hug you? I miss you." I nodded yes, he pulled me to him hugging me gently. I kind of half hugged him. Out of nowhere, a feral growl made me freeze. I turned just in time to see Arrow lunge forward. He tackled Darren knocking him to the ground before raining punches into his face. A sickening crack echoed through the air as he broke Darren's nose.

Philip was a good man. Madison also has Two-dogs. Not literally two dogs, but one badass rescued pit bull named Two-dogs. He's three years old and follows Madison everywhere. He was our compromise over the bodyguard situation. Madison hired a woman and I had a dog trained for added protection. We're both happy.