Hounds From Hell Novels & Stories

I feel the panic start to rise up in my chest and between running for my life and trying to keep calm well it's becoming difficult, no Calm down Bree this is just a dream I tell myself. A dream I’m dreaming and any minute I’m going to wake up, that seems to be short-lived when I feel something hot blast right past my face, holy shit that felt very fucking real, what the fuck was that? I reluctantly peer over my shoulder and instantly regret it, there are at least 8 people screaming and chasing after me. Where the fuck am I? And what do these people want? As I’m running I pass a sign that says Welcome to the city of Houndgrave known as the home of hell hounds. WHAT THE FUCK i scream out loud,

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

“Hellhounds?” I ask, slowly, not sure if my hearing is working correctly. “What exactly are – I thought they were stories. I mean, aren’t they just myths?” I can hear the sounds of ripping flesh behind me and despite my identity as a wolf shifter along with the darker impulses it brings, the vicious tearing sounds from behind me make my blood curl. “Myths?” Their leader studies me. “Hellhounds are not myths. They are dangerous beasts. Intelligent and blood thirsty. They are also the best demonic trackers.”

We’ve got company. Oliver barked through the line and I saw six wolves. They were muted colors, night prowlers from their dark coloring. What were they doing in my fucking city? Well rested, still on the full moon high. Meanwhile there we were sitting at a fucking table eating.

Lucy said calmly “Let’s see, Low level demons couldn’t survive in hell so they came to earth to survive however, they had to depend on lowly beings to survive “ Lucy smiled “how could such prideful creatures be happy? so they formed some sort of organization and were luckily able to successfully create an army of soul suckers. With this, they began their conquest on earth, sucking the souls of humans to become stronger “ Gordon clenched his fists “I definitely did not.... “ “ I do not suspect you” Lucy cut him off

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.

“As for your first question, I'd rather not go out there. There’s a certain hunter that I am quite wary about. Thanks for the offer, but I think that I should stay here.” I want to ask him which hunter he is afraid of, but hearing the screams brought me back to the matter at hand. “Alright. Stay here while I rally your hounds.” I start to move carefully. I took out my regular ammo and inserted the ones that Verphegor had given me. I can’t believe that I am allying myself with one of the hell princes for this. If the future me hears about this, she might just kill me on the spot. Hellhounds are vicious and fast. Whenever they see body heat, they do not hesitate to come charging at it. Other t

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What the hell was going on? "These aren't normal rogues," someone yelled through the mind link. "They are acting like a pack!" "Arion! This way!" Arrow growled through the mind link. We turned the corner, and what we saw left us petrified: the ground was coated with blood mixed with Rina's scent. Two dead rogues lay motionless on the ground. Their heads nearly separated from their bodies. I sniffed the blood, and Dex's mixed with the rogues. None of it belonged to our mate.

I'd even take a pack of fairies to fly at Alaric's eyeballs. The hellhounds ran into my line of sight, and I screamed at the sight of them. They looked like they were plucked right from the devil's side. The patchy black fur, red eyes, and skinny legs like a greyhound. They each wore a black or pink collar lined with metal spikes. Alaric flew up from Luther's viselike grip on his side, blood running down his torso, and he flicked his wrist, guiding the hounds toward a growling Luther.