Bl3 Road Dog Novels & Stories

Around them, rolling green hills stretched endlessly, soft and luminous under the golden afternoon light. For the first time in days, Serena’s mood felt lighter. She crouched down to unclip Blizzard’s leash, letting the massive white dog bound freely over the open meadow. Raphael, walking beside her, watched with admiration. “Where did you get this dog?” “Alexander gave him to me,” Serena replied casually. Raphael’s expression shifted instantly, his tone colored with envy. “Alexander treats you well. I’ve never even seen this breed before.” Serena smiled, surprised herself. Raphael had grown up surrounded by rare and expensive dogs at the Vanderbilt estate, yet even he didn’t recognize this

“Would you guys be quiet?” She tried to be stern, but it was hard. Nola, a mangy little brown mutt, had been neglected in the past, and it showed in her desperate desire to please. Shelly, the Jack Russell, was a born fighter in spite of his diminutive size. Boris was a sleek, meek greyhound who rarely let out so much as a yelp. So what was riling him up now? Lily flipped around and froze. What was that shadow moving behind the smoothie lorry? A stab of fear go through her before she caught herself. Damn it, she was not going to be paranoid. The world wasn’t the

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

This will not be an easy fight, but we have to hold off as long as possible. Blair takes flight and flies over them, getting Ghost's attention just like she hoped she would. While Blair is busy taking blasts from Ghosts and breathing fire at him like a fucking dragon, I face off with Liam and Sage. Liam is a large brown wolf with some hints of black in his fur. Meanwhile, Sage is a small to medium red wolf with hints of brown in her fur. Sasha is bigger than both, but size doesn’t always matter with our kind.

I kicked the blade across the asphalt instead. “Boss!” Meatball bellowed from behind the wheel. The fat bastard launched himself out of the car, surprisingly quick for two hundred and fifty pounds of pasta-fed muscle. He slammed into the second guy like a linebacker, driving him into the side of the sedan. Metal dented with a crunch. Gunshots echoed, wild, sloppy. Sparks flew off the hood as the third Lombardi dog sprayed the car. I ducked, rolled, came up behind him. My arm snaked around his throat, Glock jammed against his temple.

He watched as Alas stop from pressing keys on the laptop after he said that. Then, a little sound came from the laptop. Alas said, “Ace, I send the location of Blanche to her organization.” “Arf! Arf!” a continuous bark of Dog cut them from giving death stares at each other. Dog went to Ace and bit the hem of his shirt, as if wanting him to come and follow. “What’s wrong with you Dog?” It was Alas who first stood up and left the room, Ace followed next, and what they saw next made them stare in awe.

He rebuked angrily. Meanwhile, a car was speeding in front of Cyra's eyes. The car might have hit her if Cyra hadn't been alert enough to pull over her moped. However, unexpectedly, a brown dog dashed across the road and was struck by the car. Instead of stopping, the vehicle accelerated even faster. Meanwhile, the dog's body was flung into the air and collided with the front wheel of Cyra's moped. Panicking, Cyra immediately dismounted her moped and cradled the dog's bloodied body in her lap. The dog's eyes gazed sorrowfully at Cyra momentarily, leaving a deep longing. But shortly afterwards, the poor dog's eyes closed forever.

“A roasted dog, seriously? And lizards.” “A few people from the Middle East eat Uromastyx lizards.” “Really? How about rats, and what was that the other one?” Before I could answer, Gael appeared with hands full of plastic bags. “Guys, I got seeds for Iris, a box of protein bars, a few packs of dried eggs, and three cans of chicken soup. How about you?” “We got a roasted fucking dog,” I answered. “A what?” He gave me a confused look and eyed Iris.

Stepping on the brakes which caused the car to abruptly come to a stop, Venkat and Ro stared out at the road through the windshield. A giant black dog with red eyes stood in the middle of the road, staring coldly at them. The dark woods that surrounded them on the quiet road made Ro's fears hitch. Just as the dog had appeared, it disappeared. "This is a bad omen...ma-maybe we should turn back," Ro said nervously. "No." Venkat's voice was arduous and he continued to drive as if he had seen nothing, as if Ro was hallucinating, as if he himself hadn't pressed on the brakes.

The endless blaring of car horns from rush hour rang in my ears. My father, Michael Stern, was already unconscious, laying in the lap of my mother, Edith Christian. We were stuck at an intersection. Outside the car window, my husband's colleague, Francis Light, in a police uniform, was looking at me icily. He said, "Everyone is stuck here. If I were to clear a path just for you, others would call it a misuse of power. Daphne, are you just trying to get me in trouble?"