Hounds From Hell の小説・ストーリー

His canines gleamed, dripping for death. His wolf lunged. Roman’s was ready—A white winter breed. They collided in the center of the room—over me. Blood filled the air as Roman’s snarl vanished. My vision swayed from fear until darkness swallowed me. Even then, in the black, I prayed Hermes made it out alive. *** I don’t know how long I drifted, but my wolf stirred when I felt him close. His shadow loomed, already shifted back. His breath ragged, his body streaked with blood that wasn’t all his. His wolf had been savage, primal, something that should have terrified me.

The moment he did, it became visible. It was massive, with black fur. Nicholai had ripped it into two equal parts. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Its bones were outside, and I’d never seen anything like this before. I’d heard of hellhounds, but I never thought I’d actually get to see one. My stomach churned. Tara screamed, her hands covering her mouth. I instantly turned. The desperate hellhound moved once, twice, then went limp. Nicholai didn’t flinch. This horrific sight didn’t faze him once. He moved over the corpse, breathing heavily, blood running down his cheeks and chest as he glared into the empty space next to Tara.

He looked with his bloody eyes at the one who ran away, quickly running towards them, blocking their way Fight me, you rewards! He screamed in his mind angrily, even though he knew they didn't hear him, but he was angry, blindly angry! They hurt his girlfriend, they simply hurt her! They wanted to kill her with the despicableness His anger increased, and his fur became black mixed with red, indicating his overwhelming anger A tear fell from his eye as he reached out and grabbed one of the wolves that howled for help To make it into guts in his hand and throw it at them

And this time, not able to control me, I inhaled as my body was still in the need of oxygen. "Good night, kitten" These were the words that I heard before the darkness consumed me and once again I fall into the arms of hell.

"My full length is more than any wolf could possibly take. Not even a prime would be able to handle it all, same with Ty and Jess. Hell hounds are known for our size, there were those that even used us as their own torture devices, like Aren." I shuddered. I hated that bastard more and more the longer we were away from him. Why had I allowed us to be used in such sick ways? Just because our Alpha had told us to? "Bullshit," Bo spat. "There's no fucking way. I sighed. I got to my feet and got undressed. I didn't want to ruin any of my clothes. Bo pointed at my flaccid cock. "You're a fucking runt." I stepped a few feet away so I wouldn't burn anything important and shifted. Bo went from laugh

His long fingernails drummed on the armrest. The aura he emitted was cold and dark and most creatures and humans were too whimsical to even go near him. A vicious-looking hellhound who was at least 8-9 feet in height and 9 in length with a sharp set of teeth was huddled on its haunches near his feet. Its leathery skin was black with hints of red along its elongated jaw, paws and head. The beady eyes that were fixated on the newcomer were crimson with swirls of gold in them. Its long ears perked up as its owner traced his bony hand along his body.

I commanded with a cold smirk on my face. Venus was inside her cell immediately. We had already tested out these specific cells and knew that her abilities would work in there. I had no idea if it was because of her species or because she was bound to me. Either way, it was a great tidbit of information to hold in the palms of our hands. Our Hellhounds were the aces up our sleeves. “Hellhounds are marvelous creatures,” I murmured appreciatively. “Their psychic abilities exceed those of many species. You’ll give us the information willingly, or my gorgeous Hellhound here will do that for me. Your choice.”

"Hellhounds?" "Precisely," she said with a grin. Demetria's stomach turned into stone, and the urge to vomit raced up her throat. A hellhound? Demetria had never encountered one but heard stories over the years. They were vicious, definitely not from this world, and ran in packs. Ivory knew Dom would send a pack of them to attack the pack house. What were the chances they would see that coming? Jane was a hybrid, stronger than an average wolf, but Demetria didn't know enough about hellhounds to know if they stood a chance.