Novel & Cerita American Rottweiler

Typically, the big excitement —especially with children of ranked wolves— centers on the size, color, and personality of the new wolf. Looking back at me in the reflection of the pool was a type of wolf I had never seen or learned about in school. Rose’s fur was a beautiful bluish-silver color that almost glowed. On the right side of her rump was a large black crescent moon symbol, and the black coloring of that symbol matched her solid black paws and black tail. In addition, I noticed that Rose was huge. Although it was tough to tell, it appeared to me that Rose was at least as large as some alpha wolves.

He himself was in deep thoughts on how to resolve this issue. Drew was still in a rage and he did not want to honor the marked Daffodil and Lexus made to each other. “I am the next in line Alpha, who has felt even a long time ago that the Golden She-wolf is my mate; I should be considered as the righteous mate of the golden she-wolf!” he stubbornly proclaimed.

I ran my hands through my hair, pulling the nearly shoulder length blonde hair back into a small ponytail. Fuck it all The last six months had been fuckin’ hell. I hated everything right now. The only glimmer had been Coral, the red wolf I was guardian for. The red wolves were the protectors and peace keepers of all wolves, and I was Coral’s guardian wolf. Our history told us that having a red wolf present on earth was enough to bring peace and prosperity to all wolves. At most in our history, there had been ten red wolves at one time. Over 200 years ago, a power hungry group of wolves started killing off the red wolves and their guardians, until there were no red wolves left. This led to a

It was a pleasant morning; Leonard is outside the mansion with Maximus. Leonard is playing with the dog, throwing a stick as far as he could and Maximus will fetch it and bring it back to him. He was just enjoying it when the dog jumped over him suddenly to fetch the stick he had just thrown and caught it midair. Leonard was shocked and covered his head, he thought that Maximus has gone mad and tried to attack him. Maximus is a large dog, a crossbreed of a Mastiff and a Pitbull, and yes, it is so startling to look at this enormous and ferocious-looking dog, but it is well-trained and will not attack familiar people, well at least as long as it recognizes you.

Forcing my eyes open, I try to focus on what's happening. A blur of dark fur moves with lightning speed, tearing through the rogues like they're made of paper. This new wolf is massive, easily twice the size of the largest rogue. Its fur is a deep, rich black that seems to absorb the moonlight. Muscles ripple under its coat as it moves, a testament to its power and strength.

Allona's POV: My sensitive senses are filled with the thunderous howls of my pack. Their mighty hooves send a reverberating echo, a testament of their fight for dominance and ferocity. The fog is kind of thick tonight but it doesn't matter to us. The Redwood Pack's vision is the sharpest among most of the Packs around and I know for a fact that mine is the best. I can sense that my Dad is just a few meters ahead of me with my Mom. I can smell my brother's scent nearby as well. I didn't know anyone yet who can beat my Dad in speed in his wolf form, that's how amazing he simply is.

Rufus is the oldest of the bunch, and I think my mom had just brought him home the last time I remember Archer coming around. Rufus growls but sniffs Archer’s hand. He considers him for a minute, then wags his tail. He’s a German Shepherd and Malamute mix and can be hard to handle when he goes on the defense. I’m glad he’s good with Archer, because there’s something telling when your dog doesn’t like someone they’ve just met. “Calm down,” I whisper-yell to the others, not wanting to wake my parents. Obviously I’m a competent adult and can come and go as I please, but I’d feel bad waking them, and mostly, I know Archer would leave.

For all he knew, this was something he probably won’t be able to handle. He outran Lucas as they had gotten closer to where the sound was coming from, he landed on all fours on a fallen branch and there he faced four werewolves, all with glowing red eyes. Another one soon came dashing forward; it was the one the howling wolf was calling for. they are a pack of alphas. “Well devil be damned Bernard, how many alphas did you make” he cussed under his breath. The now five werewolves soon turned to face them, Roman watched them closely for numbers on their necks because he had one, he was experiment 25 but so far so bad they don’t have one except for the one that just joined them .

With a dog by my side, I'll have an invaluable backup for all my needs. After careful consideration, I've arrived at the decision that I want a Rottweiler as my companion. This breed has always fascinated me since childhood, and I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to make it a reality. Before finalizing anything, I plan on exploring rescue options as my first priority. I understand the importance of responsible pet ownership, and I'm committed to finding the right fit for both myself and the dog.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.