Hounds From Hell Novels & Stories

“But until five minutes ago I didn’t think demons existed anymore.” “Anymore?” Eva asked in surprise. “How do you think we got our pack name?” Daniel’s lips twitched into a soft smile. “Thousands of years ago, demons and angels did in fact roam the earth much like dragons did. The Hellhounds were formed as a result of an agreement with the demons. It wasn’t a particularly savoury start for our pack but when the demons and angels finally vanished, the current Alpha hadn’t agreed with the contract his forefathers had forged and did what he could to separate the pack from their dark history, but the name stuck. When you hear about hellhounds in folklore it’s to do with the pack albeit, not all

The hellhounds compound. I keep to the top of the well sized tunnels that are made of a mixture of rough stones and dirt that are lined with small fires for lighting and effect. I think I must be in some sort of housing as I zip past many wooden doors. They’re old and faded, the wood is cracked and burnt in places. I spot a few shifters in their human forms. I catch glimpses inside the doors, confirming my suspicions that these are indeed homes. I make it further through the tunnels, where they split in different directions and I pick one at random, winding past more doors until the tunnel like space opens up further, becoming wider and taller. Then I’m spat out into a large open space. Bits

He yelled as he commanded his driver. "Yes Sir." As he quickly went to his car while Alexander followed him. His heart was beating crazy right now. He couldn't believe this bullshit was happening. It was the main headquarter of the Black Wolf's Clan for fucks sake! Where the hell they got the information of their den? The traitor was going to pay for it! His driver broke the speed limit and in no time they were able to get back at northside. Alexander quickly got out from the car and stared the horrible scene before him. The Grand Mansion that was covered with thick, vivid trees and grasses had now turned into ashes with a large crater on it. In the crater laid the thousand, burnt bodies of

The silver-hounds were beasts of nightmare—wolves bred with dark alchemy and conditioned to hate the scent of magic. They lunged across the frost-covered grass of the valley, their jaws snapping with bone-crushing force. Lyra waited until the lead hound was inches from her throat.

“Then the Hounds will have their scent.” From behind her, cages were wheeled forward, each trembling with restrained motion. Inside, shadowy creatures paced restlessly—sleek, eyeless beasts with long limbs and smoke leaking from their jaws. The Covenant called them Null Hounds, bred from captured spirits of the Undergrowth, forged to hunt what lived between light and shadow. “Release them,” Selene ordered. Chains snapped, and the beasts lunged forward, dissolving into black mist. The soldiers watched them vanish across the horizon, streaks of darkness that would follow the bond’s trail wherever it fled.

Each step sent a jolt of pain through my calves, like my muscles were stretching beyond what they were meant to hold. I stopped when the scent hit me. Wet earth. Pine. And something sharp and animal that made my mouth water and my stomach turn. A growl rippled through the darkness. I spun, heart slamming against my ribs. “Hello?” Stupid. Human. Weak. The growl came again, closer. Yellow eyes flickered between the trees. Then another pair. And another. Wolves. Too big. Too many. Their bodies moved wrong too fluid, too aware. I backed up slowly, my heel catching on a root. The moment I stumbled, they lunged.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

Emma didn’t know how long it had been since the hounds of Hell started charging and snapping at her, but it was long enough that her shields were starting to tear and the damned dogs knew it. They were a perfect blend of patience and impatience, tenacity and eagerness. The fact that she hadn’t been able to see them at all before was a good thing. As they tore away at her shields, she was beginning to get glimpses of what they really were, and abject terror was quickly setting in.

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed