A Dogs Journey Novels & Stories

Mary Miller-Parks gripped the steering wheel of her 2000 Jetta driving like a bat out of hell she drove all night when she felt the shift happen. Her own wolf crying from her prison inside Mary’s mind. ‘She is free!’ Ayla had howled pacing the walled up spot in Marys mind. ‘I will not let you out.’ Mary growled back at her. ‘I can find her.’ Her wolf snapped back. “I will not do it. I swear I would not and you know that.” Mary said out load her grip on the wheel getting tighter. ‘Mary let me out’ “I WILL NOT LET YOU OUT” she screamed into the night. Mary pushed her down, quieting her. Ayla went quiet curling herself into a ball sleeping inside Mary’s mind. Mary knew as she got closer to that

“We don’t… want … to hurt… you,’ my breaths are ragged, and I can barely form words. Even though I’m sure Jason has mind-linked him with the same information, he is still baring his teeth in an attack position. Jason sits back on his hind legs beside me as I bend forward, catching my breath. “We are looking for survivors from the Howler’s Pack,” I say when I have my speaking capability back. “We don’t want to hurt you. We are traveling across the country to find other survivors like us,” I finish, and he at least stops growling at us. Jason shifts back next to me, and the brown-grey wolf cocks his head, staring at him. “I should’ve picked up your clothes on the way,” I grumble under my breat

Spinning on my heels to find a different route out, I saw that the dogs had finally caught up with me, their speed couldn't be compared with a weak human like me, they were much faster. I glanced back at the height of the cliff and knew jumping was not an option—I’d only be falling to my death. I looked back at the black dogs, which snarled as they slowly advanced toward me. It was stupid, but I tried begging the dogs when they attacked. I screamed as I covered my face, bent over, waiting for my death when a roar sounded out and then, nothing. I peeked through blurry eyes from behind my fingers after a few seconds and saw the dogs seated on their hind legs a few steps away, their ears flatte

The dogs are also not responding to any one of us, they only lay on the porch while staring at the gate as if their parents will come through the gate. I stop the car in front of the mansion after passing through the security system. I get out of the car and walk towards the entrance of the mansion to see that Zeus and Tank are laying on the living room while staring at space. I get near them before running my hands through their fur but they don't respond to me. I release a sigh when I hear footsteps coming to the room. I turn around and see that Mama is staring there with a sad look on her face. I get near her before hugging her gently to my chest.

She admired his dedication to ensuring everything went smoothly, but she also wanted him to embrace the spontaneous moments and unexpected detours that made a journey truly memorable. As they drove on, the city revealed itself in all its intricacies. The dogs, ever vigilant and barely sleeping, greeted them with wagging tails and playful barks. Some were fortunate enough to have morning biscuits, lovingly offered by passersby. Rose smiled at the thoughtfulness of the strangers, their acts of kindness weaving a tapestry of human connection in the city streets.

Maybe driving will help clear our minds enough that we can function. Two Dogs, Madison’s crazy pit bull, gets up and mopes behind me. I grab his leash off the rack by the back door and decide to bring him with us. He whines when he should be happy at a chance to go for a car ride. Somehow, he knows Madison’s in trouble. At least the damn goat is in Flagstaff or we would have a menagerie in the back seat.

"You're being so mean. What if you scare her away? I don't want to be branded as the homewrecker who ruined her friend's relationship." "Woof! Woof!" Daisy squirmed, trying to jump out of my arms. "Bad dog!" Sophie cursed before pretending to cower behind Hayden. "I'm terrified of dogs. Get it away from me." "That awful woman is scolding me again. In my last life, after you died, she was the one who broke my leg!" Daisy nuzzled against me. I shivered. It felt like someone was slamming a hammer into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs.

Then I picked a piece of meat from my bowl, fed it to the little black dog lying obediently at my feet, and muttered to myself, “You’re way cuter than her.” Sometimes animals could be more loyal than people. All it took was one piece of meat, and it would treat you as its owner. It would be loyal to the end, never betraying you. Unlike Yvonne, who was never satisfied. She always wanted everything. That was why I was determined that she would end up with nothing. As the countdown to midnight began, fireworks exploded one after another outside the window. I scrolled through the New Year’s greetings on my phone when I happened across a post from Evan’s on social media.

A pack of dogs sat at her lane like sentries, eyes fixed on the city. They looked beat up. Nearly every dog showed wounds—bite marks, torn ears and tails, gouges across their bellies. One looked especially awful: both its back legs had been ripped open, the bones partially exposed. It couldn't really limp so much as drag itself, propped up mostly on its front legs. It trailed its bloody hind legs behind it, staring longingly at the skyline. Hayley stepped out of the car and saw their condition, and immediately knew what had happened.

Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest. The howl grew louder, leading Tristan through the swirling waters and dense fog. His senses navigated the treacherous landscape, dodging submerged rocks and hidden pitfalls. The injured gray wolf's howl pierced the din of the storm, guiding Tristan through the swirling waters and dense fog. Suddenly, a faint shape materialized ahead. The injured wolf, a majestic gray female, lay stranded on a rocky outcropping, her fur matted and dripping with rain.