Arthur Dog Book Novels & Stories

But tonight, it stayed open and raw. Arthur felt fear creep into his heart. His healing was slow. His strength was fading. Without his mate, his wolf was dying bit by bit. As Arthur licked his wound, he heard sounds in the distance. Voices. Movement. Other wolves. Arthur crept through the trees toward the sounds. His paws made no noise on the soft earth. Even weak, he was still a skilled hunter. Through the branches, Arthur saw a group of wolves. But these were not like any wolves he had seen before. They were bigger. Stronger. Their eyes glowed with strange light.

I cheered as Jolly jesters started to dance in a funeral. I walked up to Arthur who gave me my wailing son, wailing in hunger before he kissed me. “That was so sexy you being so maleficent.” I turned my back to Arthur. “Let’s play after Tristan goes to sleep okay.” I said before I walked away with all eyes on me. This was only the beginning of my reign. Arthur's note Hey guys. Please give my book an honest review on what you think so far and if you like what you see you can follow me on Instagram.

Gardeners name and the firm he was from. No matter how hard he tried to keep the panic off his face, I noticed it. I was sure Arthur did as well. He looked past me, his eyes falling on Dan who had taken a seat at the table next to us. Another guard was stationed behind Arthur, but he must not have noticed. “I see you brought your very expensive dog with you today,” Arthur grinned. “Were you scared I would eat you? You know you don’t have to worry about that,” he said in the obnoxious way that I had once found endearing.

"Hey, do you want to get back at the man who hurt you?" Logan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at me with alarmingly bright eyes. "Yes." A vicious smile curled on my lips as I lazily tilted his chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Then become my lapdog, and I'll give you everything you want." Logan lowered his head and fell silent. Just as I grew impatient and was about to turn away, he reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Woof." From then on, Logan became my most devoted lapdog.

The elevator finally dinged, arriving at Arthur's floor and the doors parted to allow them access into the corridor. "Sit." Arthur instructed after the both of them marched into his living room. Both were panting, cheeks equally flushed and lips similarly pressed into a straight line. "Excusez-moi? Am I your dog?" Victory, who was still furious, whipped her head and growled angrily at Arthur. She stood in the middle of the living room, her body tense, arms still crossed, eyes staring daggers at him. In Arthur's opinion, she resembled a cute poodle instead of a vicious pit bull. He bit his smile, not wanting to aggravate her further.

But they struck him with unmistakable weight. When she said Drogo had found her, something cold slid down Arthur’s spine and settled deep in his chest like iron sinking through water. He listened. He always listened. Every detail. Every shift in her breathing. The pauses between her words. The way her fingers curled without her noticing. Arthur’s wolf stirred sharply beneath his skin, pressing forward with a low, dangerous awareness that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with possession and threat and something far more primitive. He buried it.

"The real question is, why do you think you can tell me, Judy, or anyone else what to do, for that matter? You're just an overgrown eighth-grader. You don't have the strength either intellectually or physically, to best anyone. Not only that, but you don't have the qualifications to get Judy, my father, or anyone else in trouble." "I'll kill you, you b*tch!" Arthur roared, rearing on his hind legs and hurling himself at me. I tried to leap out of the way again, but this time he turned at exactly the right moment, swiping at me with his huge paws. I winced against my will, feeling his claws slice into my left flank. They were like freshly sharpened knives, and blood coursed down my body. I fe

It had just popped out. “Me? Cute? I’m an alpha, not some puppy,” he complained but I could see the humor in his eyes. He wasn’t offended in the slightest. “Who’s a good boy?” I asked, using my best ‘dog mom’ voice. Arthur’s eyes darkened. “Be careful with your words, little wolf. I can be a very good boy, but I can also be…” he leaned in close so his lips were against my ear, “...very bad.”

we cleaned up the scattered fabric samples. "A nautical nursery," Arthur mused, holding up a swatch with tiny whales. "Do you think the baby will feel pressured to become a marine biologist?" "Better than feeling pressured to solve fictional compost murders," I retorted, folding a blanket. He pretended to be wounded. "My legacy is secure. Speaking of which..." He disappeared into his study and returned with a thick envelope. "It's finished." I stared at it. "The book?" "The book," he confirmed, placing it in my hands with a mixture of pride and terror. "The Compost Murders of Cedar Cove. Be gentle. Or don't. But be honest."

She had sneaked into the library quite a few times before to know the way around it. One after another books appeared, and finally after summoning at least twenty books, she exclaimed, “Finally!” Arthur huffed loudly and moved closer and read the title of the book, “The Bestiary.” “I have read this,” Arthur spoke without any interest. “So, can you tell me what kind of beast are we dealing with here?” Mila asked. Arthur just shrugged.