American Rottweiler Novels & Stories

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Cora and Rose exchanged a quick look and then sprang into action, their wolves shifting before my eyes. Cora’s white wolf was slightly smaller but beautiful, her fur shining in the rain-soaked darkness. She was strong, though, her muscles rippling beneath her coat as she moved with grace and lethal precision. Rose’s golden wolf was a bit larger, breathtakingly beautiful and together they were a force. Even with the rogues closing in, their wolves stood firm, prepared to fight, positioning themselves between me and the rogue wolves.

I delicately lifted my paw as if to shake Drew’s hand, ‘Oh my you are one well-trained boy’ He shook my pay enthusiastically and Jack hid a smile, ‘He’s awful big Sir, is he one of those dang hybrids my parents have been telling me about’ Drew was rubbing my ears as he spoke and Jack deliberately spoke loud enough for those around to hear, ‘Hybrid’s? Well I guess you could call him that. Sirius is a Wolf-Dog bred purely for Military purposes. He is stronger, faster and much more intelligent than any German Shepherd.’

I wonder what D stands for. The door to the Penthouse beeps and opens and I flinch, muttering under my breath, “Shit.” Quickly, I return the artifacts and turn around to find a pair of black eyes staring at me, darkening as mine widen. He growls. He looks nothing like the wolf that captured me. a speed of light, this man closes the distance between us. Damn, I forgot how fast the tales said southern wolves are. I’m frozen, breath shuddering as he sniffs me, his nose flaring. I shut my eyes.

“It is like I am telling you, Lord Raoul, I woke up and went to the kennels and they are right there! Right in the middle of a pack of Credion mountain hunting dogs!” Exclaimed the Kennel Master. Raoul had known Thorn for a long time and had never seen him so agitated. Credion mountain dogs were wild hunting dogs that could bond with a human if they deemed them worthy. They were Fiercely loyal and protective once they had chosen to bond. But until then they were extremely aggressive and dangerous.

To stop them from doing so, alI immediately find a way to speak and stop them. I took my hands off at his grip and then chuckled a little. "I'll go there alone. You should stay here…" He groaned and pulled me a little. "Aren't you going to defend me?" I chuckled lightly. "No." Ares' pouted his lips and then sneered. He went back to his chair as I strode towards the door. But before leaving entirely, I closed it a little but my head is still inside. "By the way, my dog's breed isn't Siberian husky, German Shepherd or a Golden Retriever. He's an American Pit Bull!"

The dog is wearing a red collar and chains, which means he accidentally got out from its owner’s gate. The two stood there without moving. The muscular and strong dog with very strong jaw stared at the two and tilted its head. “Are you afraid of the dog?” Adira murmured without moving. “Hey. That dog is not just a dog,” Chadwick whispered. “That is a beast that can kill us.” American Pit Bull Terrier is known as one of the most dangerous dogs on earth. This breed has bite statistics that rank it as the second-highest just after the Rottweiler and has been used in pit fighting for many years and capable of cracking bones.

She almost fainted at the sight of the large wet tongues and the white fangs of the panting feral, furry beasts with black, brown fur. They had dogs?! And not just any dogs...Rottweilers! And the look in their eyes was very dangerous. They were going to...

Cale sighed and clicked 'Next'. "Rottweiler," Cale called out. "Bite force of 328 PSI. Loyal. Protective." "Too much drool," Elion shouted back over the sound of the washing machine. "I just bought new rugs." "Fluid secretion is a minor variable compared to home defense." "No Rottweilers." Cale grumbled. He clicked again. "Great Pyrenees," Cale said when Elion returned. "Livestock guardian. Independent thinker. Fur density suitable for coastal winds."