Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

His eyes dart to mine, checking for an update on the waiting status. Kennedy turns my direction. “You’re buying a dog?” When I nod, she asks, “What is a Pomsky?” “It’s a mix of Siberian Husky and Pomeranian,” I explain. “I should be able to choose a puppy in the next litter or two. I researched the breed months ago.” I excuse myself from the table, fetch my iPad, and open the Middle Tennessee Pomsky website for her to view. Kennedy cannot contain her excitement. I knew they both loved dogs. When she smiles, I assume she imagines a puppy padding around the kitchen, attempting to climb the stairs, and chasing leaves in the backyard this fall.

Immediately, the puppy barks and tries to jump at Damon, "Can you stop being an asshole for like, five minutes? She just came back, you’re going to scare her away!" "What the fuck did I do? I was just being playful with the fucking dog," Damon says, but I've never seen him be playful with an animal, so I doubt that very much. I'm sure he actually wanted to kick it for perverse reasons, "Whatever, let's go eat..."

When is he going to get the point across that I’m not interested! 'Change,' he said, sitting on his hind legs. 'I don't take orders from anyone,' I snapped at him, turning to leap off, but his angry growl stopped me. 'Change, so we can talk,' he snapped back at me, skin pulled back taunt over his muzzle, exposing his sharp fangs. His wolf was a dark red in color that looked brown in the moon light but it was magnificent in size for an Asian desert wolf. I didn't answer to his demand, just turned and leapt off, leaving him gawking after me. It was so ridiculous to watch a huge red wolf, with eyes wide and moth gaping while sitting in the snow that it almost made me laugh, almost.

I want to incinerate her obnoxious hair and her pufferfish mouth! "Breathe in, breathe out. That's it, calm down," Axar chanted, though I'm not sure if it's for me or him since I could tell that even he was having a hard time controlling his anger. His hackles are up and deep growls were vibrating in his chest. 'It's taking a lot for me to not just drag her out of that seat and toss her across the field. And maybe I could set the grass on fire and we'll add roasted bell peppers for breakfast. Human size.' I said, growling inwardly.

“Rosemary, he's ... “Don't even think about it, Lucifer! He warned him with a mischievous smile, revealing sharp fangs.” “I guess you're Anger, right? I asked, intentionally emphasizing his sin.” "Amon is the name, and those who do not give up anger laugh last! Try not to forget!" Amon, the frown being clear proof that he was Anger. His figure was a little over 2 m, and he was so well-trained that no whole-minded Hunter would have put up with him, considering his volcanic temperament. The red-haired mane stopped at the bottom of his shoulder blades and framed his face in a manner incredibly similar to that of a lion's mane. His face denotes strength elegantly: the straight nose harmonizes pe

“Here’s your killer, Chief. Look at this fucker! Goddamn monster!” He jangled the dog’s body at us as he talked. It looked like a German Shepherd. Maybe a mix with something else. It was big but still had to be a quarter of the size of what I’d seen by the Skoger place. “Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.”

I mumbled as I started searching around in my bag, deliberately blowing him off as I started mixing a few things together in the palm of my hand. Amar suddenly stood up, turned to look into the woods behind me, and started growling. It was a low, deep, and threatening growl. "What in the bloody hell?!" I asked in impatient irritation as I turned to see a golden brown and white wolf walking out of the woods towards us. I sighed as I looked at the Weimaraner, unimpressed with his macho bullshit. "Knock it off, old man, before I make you and Denny kiss and make up."

Domenic's POV. I was angry! So fucking angry! How dare she place her lips on someone else?! How dare she kiss someone else when she knows clearly that she belongs to me?! (Even though maybe she doesn't really know it yet.) How could she fucking kiss Lysander?! I walked straight to my dresser mirror and punched it with my bare hands shattering the glass into many pieces. Seeing my reflection through the cracks I could tell just how angry I was. My fangs were out, my eyes were glowing a deep yellow showing that my beast was out and furious.

I won't let him, I am afraid he will give the woman the same treatment he gave her mate. I hold him tightly and pat his back like a child I am trying to comfort. This makes him relax in my hands. ‘My mate has serious anger issues.' I thought. “But it was hot though, the way his muscles flexed as he punched the guy." My wolf chimes in my head. “He almost killed a guy, in front of his mate and child. How the hell do you see that as hot? It was fucking animalistic." “Whatever." She says nonchalantly.

I yelled, ignoring the stinging pain on my swelling lips, as I kept banging the carriage even harder. “Shut the fuck up, or I'm going to rip your mouth apart!” An angry voice groaned. I immediately recognized the voice. It belongs to Piro, the guy that attempted to hit me this morning. I scoffed louder, “I dare you! And watch me rip your stomach apart and feed you to your fellow wolves!” I restored it harshly. He let out a dry chuckle, and I sensed he was amused at the way I talked back at him without fear. “You really got a sharp tongue, and it hurts me that I can't even vent my anger on you.”