Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

Rarely did I get to see them in their unhappy, going-to-bite-you state. Pannera had no trouble showing she was pissed. Fangs sprouted from her mouth. Not just her canines, but all of her teeth lengthening to pinpoints of deadly whiteness. Her eyes flared with power, skin so transparent her veins stood out in sharp contrast, pulsing despite the fact her heart didn't beat. She only showed a moment of her displeasure, but it was enough for me. Guess I wasn't the only one with a temper. "Our power, you mean." Her voice echoed in the stillness her show of anger left behind.

he waved me off. I turned around and saw a cute Pomeranian puppy heaving at me. I squat down. "Aww, what's your name little fella? Who's a good puppy" I cooed. He wiggled his tail as I scratch his chin. "You're so fluffy" I said before I heard Noah groan. I looked back and saw that he was glaring at me. "Get out" he said too cool. "Okay" I said as I walked away. I left the house and went straight to mine. I'll just go change my undies.

" he asked in a voice choked with anger. Oh no, he looks very angry. I cleared my throat as I saw his tense face. "Are ... you're the big gray wolf that came to the hospital last week?" I asked in a more polite voice. It seems the werewolf really hates dogs. His jaw was still twitching in anger. "Follow me," he growled without answering my previous question.

He looked with his bloody eyes at the one who ran away, quickly running towards them, blocking their way Fight me, you rewards! He screamed in his mind angrily, even though he knew they didn't hear him, but he was angry, blindly angry! They hurt his girlfriend, they simply hurt her! They wanted to kill her with the despicableness His anger increased, and his fur became black mixed with red, indicating his overwhelming anger A tear fell from his eye as he reached out and grabbed one of the wolves that howled for help To make it into guts in his hand and throw it at them

Deja poked her head out to see a blur of fluffy orange-brown fur streaking down the corridor, followed by a frantic Dominique in a white pantsuit, her normally perfect hair flying wildly as she ran in four-inch stilettos. "Stop him! Stop Earl!" Dominique shouted dramatically, her voice carrying the perfect pitch of heroic concern. "He got away from Ren's driver!" A tiny Pomeranian skidded around a corner, fluffy behind bouncing like he was on a catwalk. He had the audacity to smile—tongue out, ears flopping, fully living his truth.