American Rottweiler Novelas e Histórias

I awkwardly knelt, “Hey buddy. Why don’t we call you Zeus?” Shelly knelt with us, “That’ a perfect name. He’s a sharp dog. That’s for sure. I was told he’s only three months old and I believe it. Harley, he’s going to be a huge, intimidating dog. He’s a Caine Corso. In just a year, his back will be up to your hip. He will be able to look you in the eyes when he’s full grown.” I may try to train him as a search and rescue dog. I nodded, “I like that idea.”

Werewolves are always buff, bulky and fully packed without even moving a finger, lucky bastard, they don't even need to work their ass out in the gym. Judging from the growl and dominance, power, authority, intimidating dark dangerous aura initiating from him, I conclude that I have not stepped on the tail of any normal doggy but an alpha one. Mahn. Now do I need to waste more time beating the shit out of this Mr. Big Bad Wolfie's huge fat ass. Well that would be fun and it won't be due to me since I didn't do anything to piss him off, still I don't know why he is offended. I had just bumped into him that too by mistake not purposely. Was it that bad?

“If you say so, whatever. Just let him out. It’ll be easier on you.” With that Evander shifts and Barrett is set free. Barrett is beautiful, he has dark brown fur with copper highlights, emerald-green eyes ringed in copper-colored flecks. Barrett and his brothers are bigger than your average alpha wolf because he and his brothers are Dire Wolves. The three of them are a sight to see. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max. When I open my eyes, I'm on all fours, the world sharper, clearer, more vibrant. Atlas stands tall, his jet-black fur gleaming in the faint light of dawn. He’s massive—huge, even for an Alpha wolf. His fur is nearly pitch-black, save for that one white ear that stands out against the darkness. His muscles ripple beneath his thick coat as he pads forward, his strength undeniable. Atlas has always been proud, but today, he’s standing a little taller, more sure of himself—like he’s got something to prove.

Like my dad, she too didn't want me. The sky was so blue; it was as though the sea was above me. I never again saw the clear blue sky that day, for neither did my aunt want me. **Chapter 1** Saturday Evening "I'm forever amazed at how dogs are easily attached to you." Sara came to see me petting one of the dogs. I smiled as it started to lick my hands from its cage. "Rottweilers are the most dangerous and aggressive dogs, and yet you manage to tame this new and wild one with little human interaction within the moment you've gotten here," said Sara, still in wonder, watching me from behind.

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Jerry observed, his tone low and measured. Frank, the driver, smirked. "And she has that damn dog with her again. It nearly bit me the last time we attacked her at the supermarket," he remarked with a wry chuckle. Roy chimed in, "Well, it’s a German Shepherd—basically a narc dog. They have a natural instinct to hate criminals like us, Frank." Frank sighed, shaking his head. "We can’t take her while she’s in Brownville. The thugs there act as if they own the place. Highly territorial motherfuckers. It’ll be a mess if we even set foot there."

I want to assume it has nothing to do with keeping Chloe imprisoned by his house but I can't convince myself otherwise. " Good. Five Minutes are enough. " I reply and disable our connection. I take the lead and zero follows closely behind, covering me. I am thankful he is with me, I wouldn't have pulled this off myself. The security system disables just as we reach the door. Zero doesn't wait for me to tell him what to do. He kicks the door open. We step inside and immediately, a dog's bark echoes through the house. " Shit!" I mutter. The dog is a Rottweiler, a fierce looking beast. A beast with its eyes on me. The animal starts running towards me in no time.

I said, raising my finger and rolling it. She rolled her eyes at me for the umpteenth time but I saw she was back to normal partially and I was thinking. “What I want to know is why Alpha Christian, the strongest werewolf Alpha we know, couldn't control himself from wanting to mark you,” she said suspiciously. “That's what I was thinking, Ri. See he seemed really spiffy about it too. Looking like a sad puppy that had lost his favorite toy” I said shuddering. Then, like a light bulb went off in her mind, she snapped her fingers and looked directly at me.

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.