American Rottweiler Novels & Stories

He was an Alpha wolf, so he was bigger than most, not as big As King Kellen but close in size to his Beta and nowhere close to the size of Lamia’s Dire wolf. Morgan sat snuggly on Ruda’s back, the bag across her shoulders and her arms wrapped around my neck, as instructed. Ruda pranced and turned his head giving her leg a lick – relishing in the feel of her hands in his fur and then took off in our decided direction.

His father wasn't an exception, with a muscular shape, he stood out from the rest of the pack. Radyn was a grey wolf, well mostly. Most of him was grey apart from the black patches on his ears, underbelly and hind legs. White also managed to make its way onto him, bits appearing on his back. He was like a multi-coloured mess, a canvas that had a few cans knocked over it. One good thing was that he was the size of an average Alpha, which is 3 times larger than the normal canis lupus, huge compared to a non-Alpha Werewolf.

The faint sound of bones cracking making the smirk all the more darker and the sound of his laboured breathing as he tried to conserve the little air I was allowing him to have. "It would appear your life is most definitely on the line. So I suggest you start talking and I suggest you do it now," I chuckled. The look of fear practically drawn on his face now as he nodded in agreement. I dropped him to the floor and he coughed violently as his lungs refilled, the sound of his panting making me almost happy. "Providing a werewolf has found their mate and they have fully mated with them, they will stop ageing at around thirty-five. We can live for hundreds of years and die peacefully-"

“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.

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.

I felt Leo's hand tighten in mine as he stared, wide-eyed with fear. They were magnificent, powerful creatures: German Shepherds with proud stances, sleek Belgian Malinois, Dobermans with glinting, watchful eyes. The handler spoke up, his voice all business. "This is our best security line, sir. Agile, loyal, fast. They have the bite force for your purpose." I frowned, irritated. Damien hummed before his gaze dropped to Leo, who was still clutching my coat. "Which one do you want?" he asked, his voice softer.