Hellhound

Hellhounds are terrifying creatures they have the height of a Great Dane, the strength of a german shepherd, no fur at all, and their skin is blood-red, their eyes as black as the night itself. The master wears a cape that touches the floor and has fire coming

pain of that loss. A hundred people had died in seconds, struck out by the uncaring firepower of the Hellhound, and all because of her and her plan. She wasn’t even sure it would work. Oh, Arten and his forces on the ground had soldiers and arms plenty to take the central computer, but they hadn’t got it yet, and by the time they did get it, there might not be enough ships left to kill the Hellhound. She wondered whether dumping all the missiles at once on the first salvo would have been a better plan

She knew that the hellhounds of the city were treated just slightly better than the humans, most viewed as pets or weapons to be used for personal gain. She hated it. She hated all of this really, why couldn't everyone just be treated the same? What a silly thought to have in a world like this where her species was currently at the top of the pyramid. She would never allow anyone to harm him or even treat him badly, there was no way. He had done so much for her over the years she could never let

The hellhound folklore has been around for a long time, there are different myths and they even put it in movies and tv shows. Its a canine-like beast of the underworld and bring fear to humans. There are different descriptions on it, but the one description that most people claim to see, is its It has black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength, and is very ghostly. The different myths of the hellhound go from a Yorkshire dog with huge teeth and claws to a big huge black dog with glowing eyes. Despite

Like many hellhounds at the time Lucia was not born out of love but more out of obligation along side a single litter mate, another female pup that was much smaller and constantly sick in comparison to Lucia. Her sire and bitch were the acting alphas of the largest and oldest pack on the planet, their lineage going back to the first hellhounds to emerge on the planet. The two were very well known in the supernatural world and were both respected and feared because of the sheer size and strength of

have never happened. It was on the corner of his eye that he noticed something behind him -- two yellow eyes. The hellhound bared its teeth and pounced at Akenten, scratching his face. Akenten’s feelings of depression transformed into rage as he faced the beast. With his quick thinking, he grabbed soil from off of the ground and threw it at the beast’s eyes, blinding it. The hellhound scratched at its eyes in an attempt to clear it from dirt, but the attempts only made the situation for the beast

afterthought, possibly because of the pressure Doyle felt from fans for Doyle’s killing Holmes (Major 862). The Hound in The Hound of the Baskervilles is portrayed as a frightening being, who kills because of the Baskerville family curse. Although hellhounds

that you cannot move any muscle, not even talk, and if were unfortunate like me there would be a demon or some form of a beast, and for every person, it's different, somewhere in your room. For me, it was a three-headed hellhound, which I believed to be Cerberus, and while this hellhound was here I remember screaming a horrific, blood gurgling, scream in my head. Lastly, around the last minute of this dreadful experience, I remember some sort of immense, pressure around my head, which I believe was Cerberus

anyone who can shoot a gun after this.” Arten ordered. Everyone in the room stared at him. “Stop moping and do it.” He yelled. Chapter Fifteen It wasn’t working. Oh, sure, they’d gotten through the shields fine, Jans thought. But the Hellhound was still there, and fighting. If they had another salvo like the first, they might have gotten it. But barely any ships had missiles left, and Zoler’s forces had gotten the central computer. Alone, their missiles would have picked off quick by the

domesticated dog, he is able to move forward and become a human that is productive in society. I would only disagree with this source, a little bit, simply because Huber argues that Sir Gowther transformed from a hellhound to a domesticated dog. I argue that, in the end, Sir Gowther was still a hellhound of sorts in the sense that he killed people that were “enemies of the