A Dogs Journey Novels & Stories

So the second it is out of her sight without knowing exactly where she is. We spend the next five minutes searching June's small cabin for the dog. Under the couch, behind the fridge, around the chairs. Nothing. "He's out there," June says, her face falling in defeat. She glances at the door, and I know what she is thinking. Instead of being trapped in the small room that was a void of wind and screaming, that dog had escaped and into the forest, most likely. "When the wind passes, I am sure he will come back," I tell her, but the words completely pass her by. She is already at the door, opening it. Instantly, the room is consumed in deafening wind, blowing the shards of glass toward me.

Took him long enough, but with everything packed, I turned to hug Elizabeth goodbye before looking for Arthur. As I called out for him, the little old corgi came running into the stable and jumped into my arms as Keith’s much bigger and younger dogs chased him. He whined as they tried jumping to catch him, and I laughed as I hugged him goodbye. “Take me with you.” he whispered into my ear, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his plea. He wasn’t supposed to be running around with a bad leg anyway. He licked my cheek and whispered a final, “Stay safe!” before I placed him in Joan’s arms and we finally left on our journey.

It was the female who had lost her mate. The two brown wolves approached slowly. Jószef laid down far from the distraught female. Guillame continued to walk forward tentatively. The female looked up startled. "I didn't see you there. I'm sorry." She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Do I know you?" She leapt to her feet, with a frightened look on her face. She didn't know who they were. Were there still rogues loose? Were they part of the group that killed her mate? She looked around for the best route of escape.

The ground beneath our paws thudded as we ran, the scent of pine and damp earth filling our sensitive noses. As we entered the dense foliage, we felt the claws of our pursuers closing in. Our wolves exchanged a glance, determination flickering in our eyes. We needed a plan. A hidden cave provided the shelter we sought. Blood dripped from our fur as we huddled in the darkness of the cave, our laboured breaths echoing against the cool walls. Wounded and battered, we knew we couldn't keep up the fight much longer. We listened intently, hoping to hear the distant roar of engines and the thud of our parents' rescue team. But for now, the only sounds were the distant howls of our pursuers.

Rex kissed Charlotte's forehead and said, "Don't worry dear. Your sister will survive in this journey, but I can't say how long she will live. It's up to you. So make sure, Alice live." After saying that, Rex opened the door and Charlotte go out of the room hurriedly. Charlotte was running to garden and Rex was running behind her. Rex came to the garden and saw some dogs biting and pulling Alice's clothes. Another dog is trying to bite Alice's leg again. Alice shouted for help and tried desperately to keep the dogs away from her. Rex saw it and shouted from a distance, "Hey stop." The dogs are so loyal to their masters that once they hear his roar they move away from Alice.

Decide to go back home Just then she sees dog chasing one strange thing It green like creature And it have tiny hand and tiny leg with big head and large black eyes The dog have almost catch it but Jasmine shout at them Jasmine : stop The dog stop not eating it Jasmine moves closer to it and found out it an alien The little strange thing fall on the ground and start shaking Jasmine love it Wow it small and cute The dogs is busy growling Jasmine raise her finger at it The alien stand up. And want to touch jasmine Finger too But it have get wounded on it leg Maybe something have bit it overnight Jasmine pity it. She want to carry it.

William suggests, his eyes dancing with the spirit of discovery. I nod in agreement, a smile playing on my lips. "Sounds like a plan." The winding path leads us along the coastline, the rhythmic sound of waves a constant companion. As we stroll along the sandy beach, the tranquility of the moment wraps around us like a soothing embrace. And then, our peaceful stroll takes an unexpected turn—a small Pekingese dog, its fur ruffled by the wind, suddenly appears in our path. Its yelps of distress tug at our hearts, and it's clear that it's in danger as the waves surge forward, threatening to engulf it.

Jason’s POV: The two of us walked for a long time but still didn’t see the road. As we were walking, suddenly an animal that looked like a wild dog and Wild Wolf jumped out from the mountain path in front of us. The Wild Dog bared its fangs and glared fiercely at the two of us. Jerry trembled in fear. “Jason, what is this?” I was also frightened and didn’t dare to move. “Don’t move. Its look like a wild dog or a wolf!” “Jason, why are their wolves on this mountain?” I’ve tried my best to calm down. “Don’t run around. No matter what, if it’s a wolf or a dog, don’t run!”

They drove for what seemed like 30 minutes. They stopped at a dog compound. “We will be using Sled dogs for the rest of the journey,” Mr. Ondrink said, getting out of the car. Jessica also got out and put her backpack on her back. Mr. Ondrink puts in his security code at the door and in they went. “I did not know you have dogs,” Jessica said, looking at all the dogs. “These are not just any dogs, these are actually not dogs at all, they are snow wolves,” Mr. Ondrink laughed as the first wolf jumped on him, wagging his tail, followed by a couple more. All the wolves were howling and barking with excitement.

That was my sign to return home so that I could hide till the timer was over and avoid getting killed. The journey back was awful as I stumbled twice and nearly hit my head against sharp objects. It was like stones flew, targeting me specifically. Worse, there was nowhere to hide. The timer read twenty minutes left and when I saw I was almost at my apartment, I heaved out a sigh of relief. I rejoiced too soon however. Making my way down the next corner, a ferocious dog stood in front of me, teeth big and wide open with drool dropping out of its mouth. The moment it saw me, it stepped closer while I stepped backwards.