Arthur Dog Book Novels & Stories

“They’re beautiful. Imagine the stories they could tell if they could talk.” Arthur said, "I bet they wouldn’t tell as good a story as Gina Gentlehammer.” I laughed. Mia laugh-snorted. “Daddy, you’re being silly. I didn’t know you could be silly.” “I can be silly,” Arthur said, but something grabbed his attention, and he was distracted. “Let’s go in.” Arthur had found a small painting, barely bigger than my palm. It was a mother and daughter looking at a mama and baby swan. “I’ll take it,” Arthur told the gallery clerk in Italian. He looked at me and then at Mia. “So we can remember this trip.”

Thus, Javier had now decided to let the dogs eat themselves and see which one out of the two would emerge victorious! “I said that you’re the biggest idiot in the world, yet you refused to accept it and even tried to retaliate against me. I hid both Aunt Marjorie and Sig just so that there would come the day when I would be able to tell you all this. But before I could even arrive here, you already sent someone to have them murdered. Aren’t you an absolute fool for doing so!?” Arthur’s eyes turned completely red, and the veins in the eyes were on the verge of bursting. He immediately stomped the ground behind him and destroyed the reclining chair.

On my grandfather’s farm, I met Arthur — a kind, good-hearted, and handsome guy. Blond, with light brown eyes — “whiskey-colored,” as they say — he had a natural way with animals and was studying to become a veterinarian. He was a bit skinny and had only recently started working for his grandfather. He was the same age as Eli. We quickly became friends. Arthur always knew how to keep a conversation interesting, and his sense of humor was spot on. One day, when Eli came to visit us on the farm, I whispered shyly,

Epilogue Arthur opened his eyes and smiled brightly while looking at the mesmerizing decorations and arrangements in front of him. The flower arrangements at the gazebo stood out the most. And the most authentic and the wow factor was the sign at the entrance of the venue. Mr & Mr. Arthur chuckled reading the words on the tag Duke was wearing. “Dad+Dad are getting married”. Duke was Arthur and Ethan’s dog, he is a golden retriever breed and Ethan had got Duke for Arthur a few days after their reunion.

I cannot help but wonder just what exactly our predecessors did, to invoke such wrath from the witches and vampires. Looking at the book, I do not recall ever seeing it. No matter how much I try, I cannot seem to recall ever seeing this particular book. Could it be that Arthur had it all along? If he did, how come he has not set foot in the backyard lab at all? Arthur is the master of medicine. His medical knowledge is unparalleled. If he had seen this book, he would have been locked up in the lab trying to come up with antidotes. He would not have come out no matter what. His knowledge of traditional medicine and how he infuses it with modern medicine makes his skills stand out.

I let out a soft chuckle as I lunge in the air and as I do so, I land on the paws of my fore and hind limbs. I quickly dash out of the cave where I meet Arthur's big brown wolf waiting for me. His name is Atto and he’s the fluffiest and most gentle creature in the world. I love him. “Ready to go?” Arthur asks through mindlink and howls in excitement. We both immediately take on our heels at top speed into the woods which must be sick and tired of us already. Running to school in my wolf form with Arthur is always the best part of my entire day.

I didn’t know if it was because Arthur could trust me a bit more around the house or not, but since Hayley had already shown me the way yesterday, I was no longer in fear of getting lost. I thought I was going to head straight to Hayley’s room first, but as I walked towards the entrance to the hallway, I noticed another person standing by a bookshelf, completely oblivious to my presence. Arthur kept turning the pages of the book he was holding in his hands, looking at it intently as he worked even this early in the morning. He ran a hand through his midnight black hair, his brow furrowed in thought. He was muttering something under his breath, lost in a world of his own. On the wall, an orna

This wolf was large in size but not yet mature, when he saw Arthur, he stood up his ears and presented his most aggressive posture to scare the opponent away from him. Arthur saw his neck and hind legs chained up, not only not afraid but squatting down, growling, snorting, making sounds as if trying to communicate with him. Indeed, the wolf recognized the sounds from his fellow humans, was a little calmer, but did not leave the vigilance of this stranger. Especially when he saw Arthur's tired and wild eyes, he was aware of something and tried to retreat to the corner of the cage. From inside the house, there was a voice that echoed:

"I know. I was talking about William. And I know he might not be your father, but he treats you like his kid and his only kid." And there is that word again. "Yea, he does." I murmur, looking away from him. At the end of the night, I could discover a lot of things about Arthur. I now know he's a cat person. His favourite colour is blue, favourite food fried rice and macaroni, my favourite holiday is Christmas. I'd say over ten this date has an eight. Together we walk to the door of my house and Arthur stops and I turn to him. "I guess this is where I go back if I hope to make cute babies with you someday." He says with a sad, pretty pout.

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone