American Rottweiler Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped, but I quickly gathered my bearings to see what on earth is going on. The brown wolf strikes again, this time at the largest of them all. It was a black and brown wolf who snarled the loudest. His growl so deep and profound it shook the earth beneath my paws. No wolf had the ability to ignite such a reaction from nature other than a ranked wolf. Alpha, possibly even beta.

The wolves surrounded him, ready to take his life as they were commanded not to leave any survivors except the Alpha's daughter. Then, two wolves burst from the shadows and suddenly started attacking the rogues. One was a huge black wolf, twice the size of all the other wolves, and the other was a brown wolf. The huge black wolf’s eyes gleamed red, symbolizing that he was an Alpha, but that wasn't what made the rogues fear him—the mark on the wolf's face made them recognize him as Alpha Kayden and without waiting, they all took to their heels.

Cayden answered. Max muttered in his mind. "We are following." Cayden's wolf noticed the recent arrivals—guard dogs sprinting in his direction. Rottweilers. He shifted and let his wolf greet them by growling and baring his teeth. Once the dogs realised they had encountered a larger predator, they stopped in their tracks. Their trained senses were overwhelmed by Cayden's alpha wolf. Some packs also kept guard dogs to discourage human intruders. But the dogs recognised a superior alpha and retrained. Cayden strode forwards, and the dogs tilted their heads to reveal their necks and backed away.

The screams of pain only lasted for an instant before they were replaced with anger. Right. It was anger. Caucasian dogs were the most powerful type of royal hounds in the Dogfighting industry. When had it ever been toyed with like this? It was completely impossible! But just as everyone was confused, the Chinese rural dog got angry. With a roar, it pounced forward. However, this time, the Caucasian dog also dodged. "Is the Caucasian dog also dodging?" Everyone was shocked. After all, Caucasian dogs were the most powerful royal hounds in the Dogfighting World.

She lifted her face to the sky and called for her mate. Trentity wolves have a light greyish fur with black tips on their paws, ears, and nose. Usually, the wolf and human share the same color eyes. Another tell-tale sign of what we are, as if it were necessary. Within a few moments, an enormous reddish-brown wolf with yellow glowing eyes was in front of us. Roxy moved closer and rubbed her body against Rafe's side.

He was terrified. Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustled violently, and Alpha Rollins burst through, his massive wolf form emerging from the shadows. His fur was a dark, almost black, shade of brown that blended with his eyes color. His eyes, glowing a fierce amber, were locked onto the rogues, blazing with fury. Rollins was enormous, even for a wolf—his powerful muscles rippling under his fur, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

He walks away again and gets in the bedroom. She slowly sips on the tea and pats the dog who is staring at her sitting beside her. The dog keeps looking at her, giving her puppy eyes wanting some more pats from her. She realises it and brings her hands up to her head and slowly pats it again. "Hi Suki, you're so cute." She scratches her ears. She sticks her tongue out and licks her hand. A giggle comes out of Rosie’s mouth while seeing the dog jump around, wagging it’s tail happily. The dog sits on her lap and rests it’s head on her belly, she smiles already feeling a little relaxed. "Here ma'am have this your headache will go away." Ryan hands her a pill. "Ryan you don't have to call me ma'

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.

- You're right! - answered the already familiar voice of my father. I turned in his direction and saw a dear person for me. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I peered into his face to remember every little detail. In order not to pass by, if suddenly I meet him ... Black eyes with a raging flame inside, it seems, have now forever remained in my memory. - Your mother! his father growled in the direction of the approaching chase. - Leave! he growled at Mikhail and turned into a huge black wolf. I have never seen such large animals.