Hounds From Hell Novels & Stories

“You insolent halfling! I will not spare you nor your treacherous family!” The demon king of the Nether World flicked his arm to Maleficent’s direction. On cue, hellhounds – wolves from the pits of the Nether World – immerged from thin air. The hellhounds got their three eyes transfixed to the family of three. Three hellhounds from the demon king’s crimson flames multiplied to two – two for each Glutton family member.

Both of them leaned against me and listened. "The natural order of the wolfing world, is Alpha Beta and Omega. However there was a fourth, the fourth represented something dark and eternal. A being so dark that people called it the devil dog, or the black wolf. But in our world, we call it...the hellhound. The human's believed that the hellhound was a three headed dog of Hades. However, the hellhound was not the name for a three headed dog, but three seperate wolves. two of the wolves were twins, their names were Sozen and Ozai."

Anyway, I have to focus because the appearance of these two marks the commencement of the real battle. Before I can even turn around to assess the intruders, a horde of extremely ferocious hellhounds charge at us. My dad and Darius, as always, do not waste any time before shifting to their wolf forms and lunge at the hounds with ease. The rest of the wolves follow suit and attack as well. I guess we underestimated these devils. As the hellhounds charge at us, three huge dragons start circling at a very low altitude. Clearly, they are aiming at the wolves. My heart skips and my palms start sweating profusely, as a great fear consumes me.

A past that visits him from the depths of Hell, haunted by its spectra with nightmares that refuse to leave him even after all those centuries have passed. He raised his head and watched the disc of the sun, which was preparing to set behind the horizon, bid farewell to the island, leaving coldness and darkness, announcing the end of the children's play period and the start of the parents" role in guarding the area from the attack of what remained of the savage Sirana.

He just hoped they remembered his scent fast enough before ripping him apart first. He jumped down the fence, rolling to a stop on the ground. He froze, his ears honed for any movement or sound. Then came the growling. The leader of the pack of hounds was directly in front of him, its eyes glowing in the dark as it snarled and barked threateningly. Caden knew immediately, it was Demon.

She kept her attention drawn towards the page the entire moment she flanked the pages of the Journal. Finally, after passing through so many Pages, Cassie smile as her eyes darted towards the Content of the Journal with the title "The Few Supernaturals With The Ability To Seal Their Scent And Imprint" Cassie heaved as she read, at First, she came across a saying that said, "The Hellhound, also known as the Black Dog or Bearer of Death is a specie of amortal Supernatural Spirit who possess the body of human. Been the Guardian of the Supernatural World, a being known as the Harbinger of Death, the Hellhound possess Pyrokinetic and Thermokinetic Powers which helped in Covering it's tracks, scen

When the beach gets sad I decide to go to the shelter. There's something about being in the presence of animals that lifts your spirit. I have always been a fun of dogs but never had the chance to get one. After playing with them for almost two hours I decide to get two huskies. They are gorgeous and as someone who doesn't believe in love at first sight that is the closest that I ever came to it. The ride from the shelter is different. I am anxious about my rash decision. I really need someone to stop me from making rash decisions in the future.

Something massive crashed through the hedge below, and I dropped the last six feet, rolling, coming up with my back to the stone wall. The hound was enormous. Not an Academy breed. Not anymore. Its fur had gone patchy, falling away in clumps to reveal skin that glowed with corrupted moonlight - the silver-green of lunar poison, the kind that turned loyal beasts into weapons. Foam dripped from jaws that could crush a femur. Its eyes, once the warm brown of trained animals, were now void-black, reflecting nothing, hungry for anything that moved. Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen.

The demons all brought weapons of their own, as well as the angels, along with each one's natural powers. Fireballs were shot from one side to the other, arrows were flung in all directions, in some places, there was hand-to-hand combat taking place, making it hard to tell which soul was the demon and which was the angel. I saw Hex in his wendigo form, skeletal with patches of fur and the skull of a woodland creature on its neck. He was tearing people in half as they charged at him, having them disappear and leaving only dust behind. I looked around frantically for Abby, but the scene surrounding me suddenly turned blurry, and only a familiar voice snapped me back to my senses.