Hounds From Hell Novels & Stories

Rayne’s mother was now frantic that something was wrong with Rayne and Christopher was trying to assure her that Rayne would be okay and that it just takes a lot out of her and she needed time to replenish her energy. The SUV driven by Eric pulls up and we begin to load our mates in the vehicle when we hear something coming our way through the woods. We tell Sarah and Alexandra to get into the SUV and we tell Eric not to stop until they are back at Ridge Moon. Eric peels out in a hurry driving our mates and women to safety as we all gather waiting to see what is approaching us. Glowing red eyes began to emerge from the darkness and then they began to step out of the woods one by one. As they

We were out of options, and it felt like the end. But then, another ear-piercing cry of agonising pain echoed through the realm. It was so loud, so visceral, that we both opened our eyes in shock. Black, sticky blood splattered over Rae, coating her fur and my vision with its dark, oily texture. In front of us, a larger demonic hellhound had appeared. It was a monstrous beast, even more terrifying than the winged creature. Its eyes glowed with an unholy light, and its jaws were filled with razor-sharp teeth. The hellhound had caught the winged beast in its powerful jaws and was tearing into it with a ferocity that was both horrifying and mesmerising.

he said flipping the top of the box off completely. Three balls of fur jumped out and rushed to us. Kaden squealed instinctively and backed off, dragging me behind him. “Stop,” he ordered instinctively. The hounds stopped and sat at his feet, tails wagging and their red glowing eyes on him expectantly. “I know of this underworld god who has a three headed dog as a guardian, but those are pretty hard to come by, so I summoned you three hellhounds. You will find them incredibly loyal and protective.”

"My body started moving on its own until I ended up in a bathroom. There were cups filled with liquid silver, syringes of wolfsbane, and a dragon's bone blade laid out like it was an everyday occurrence." "I was screaming at myself to stop but I couldn't do anything. I was pushed so far back into the depths of my mind. They made me drink the silver, inject myself with wolfsbane, and slice my arm with the blade," I paused to look at it. "Dragon's bone is the only thing we hounds are really poisoned with. It's harder for us to heal from the cut than anything. It caused my hound abilities to be weakened to the point the silver and wolfsbane started to kill me quickly."

The K-9s that were part of the detail were hellhounds and were bred specifically to serve the Moon Goddess and her chosen Elders. As the guards walked them away from the Elders, the dogs shifted to their hellhound forms. Each of the three dogs stood with their heads held high, even with shoulders of their Lycan handlers. Their pitch-black fur stood on end making them appear even larger. The eerie and demonic red glow of their eyes refracted off the smoke that came from their large snouts and mouths that held a permanent snarl. Fangs and claws extended as foam began to form around their mouths as they drooled in anticipation of a fight.

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

“We could call the den Hades and since the pack is already the Tartarus Pack it’s only befitting that---” “Hmm, who would have thought?” Gaia snickered, holding her mates a little closer as she smiled at Ashley, who happily grinned back. “That Hell’s Alpha was this kind of man?” Who would have thought indeed…?

" The man with the hooded eyes stood up, and Millie watched as he leaned over his friend and reclined the chair he was sleeping in and covered him up with throw he dragged off the sofa. He walked over to stand in front of her and she had to tip her head right back to look into those eyes now. He held his hand out. “Nick Henderson, I’m sorry, I’d forgotten you were coming.” He made Millie feel rather nervous. She held her hand out and his large and warm hand engulfed hers and did nothing to ease the thought she might be making her acquaintance with a delicious and terrifying danger. Like walking into a tiger’s den.

I answered and adjusted my posture. "Hunters are advised to attack at noon when the sun is high up in the sky, so the light can be used as an advantage. Hunters should only engage vampires at night when it cannot be avoided. Blessed oil is most preferred to blessed water because it doesn't evaporate quickly, it burns into their skin, and a little can go a long way. As for the bullet, it has to be prepared by the hunter to be sure of its purity and the blessing inscriptions," I explained.