American Rottweiler Novels & Stories

- 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.

Lucian could feel what Raya was before I could, that’s for sure. Two wolves appeared before us within minutes. One was decently large, who I recognized as the Beta wolf. His rusted color fur shagged around his massive figure as he sat at my height. The other wolf was smaller, about Raya’s height, sitting down. His fur was a deep red with naturally orange highlights that made his fur have the same appearance as that of a burning flame.

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

Sasha gives me back complete control. “Hello, Ari, or did Sasha not give you back control?” The one head in the middle talks. I’m too dumbfounded as I stare at the largest fucking three-headed dog I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s the only one, but fuck, if I weren’t afraid of Cerberus, I’d think he was badass looking. Cerberus has dark greasy gray fair with streaks of black running through it. He’s massive, like the size of a dozen Dire wolves. His eyes aren’t just red; they are literally fire. His mouth is skeletal-like, and I can see every fucking sharp and long tooth individually. Black goo drips from his jaws. He’s menacing, and I don't want to fight him.

I tickle her soft belly as her tongue hangs from the side of her mouth. “Come on, let’s go and wake your mom and other dad.” I say to her. I haven’t named her. I wanted Rebel to have that honour. After all she has been through over the years this pup will no doubt be seen as her baby. Rebel has a lot more experienced with these breeds, or any giant breed, for that matter. The Morettis always had German Shepherds because of Teagan, and then Angel had a Cane Corso. Rebel is accustomed to those breeds and the Tibetan Mastiff, which is what this little lady is.

“Has Rooker gotten his wolf yet? He turned fourteen, what, last week?” “Very good memory, Mads. And yes, his wolf manifested on his birthday. Which is unusual for Ike’s family line, but not Anne’s. She’s of Alpha descent, so Rooker’s wolf coming at fourteen isn’t too out of the ordinary. However, several of the pups over there are sixteen and seventeen and they’re still wolf-free, except for Chandler, the tall one. I’m hoping that this impromptu party isn’t just to fuck with Rooker because they’re jealous.” Brent says as he begins peeling the label off his root beer bottle and I can see the worry in his big sage green eyes.

The little girl was crying immensely, giving away the dog she always wanted. “Grace,” I hear Katherine say as she opens the door behind me. I am sitting on the floor playing with the puppy. I am almost done here. I fed all the dogs and took a few for a walk in the park and now I am sitting here enjoying this little one’s company. “He will be adopted in no time. People always want a puppy,” she says and I nod. I look around the room and find Crow. Crow is my favorite dog. He is a rottweiler, and he is only four years old. His fur is jet black and his eyes are light brown. As soon as his eyes connect with mine, he barks and his tale starts moving.

It stopped her and started barking at her. It was her pet dog, Roxy. Violet lowered herself to the ground and placed her hand on the fluffy white fur. Roxy belonged to the Samoyed dog breed. She was full of energy and playfulness. Feeling her touch, Roxy lowered her head. Her tail wagged excitedly as she was getting affection from her owner. The thickness of her snow-white coat ensured that she remained warm at all times, even during the winter. "Did you miss me?" Violet asked.

Catriona smiled and nodded. She stood and walked to the beanbag couch slowly since she already knew the layout of her room. It was minimal but had high security. Tequila closed the window and let her puppies in. They would soon grow bigger. There were breeds of Bullmastiff, Rottweiler, American Pitbull, Doberman, and Akita. All of them were protective dogs. She bought them all with her one million to protect herself and her babies. She patted each of them, then raised her hand. They all stopped but kept wiggling.

Now he wasn't going to let that opportunity slide by. Its sharp fangs glistened, a silent warning of the lethal power contained within its jaws. Its ears are pinned back, an expression of determination and fierce force. Opposite Dwight, Alpha Ryder stands on two legs, towering over its innate partner. Its body is covered in matted fur, tinged with hints of silver and charcoal. Its elongated claws gleam menacingly, and its snout, torn from rage, reveals rows of razor-sharp teeth. His eyes burn with a malevolent zeal, radiating a mixture of wild hunger and untamed ruthlessness. Seeing Charia almost get hurt when he came in was a vitality for battle. No one was going to hurt his girl! No wolf!