Bl3 Road Dog Novels & Stories

“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

A second voice called. “Get road blacks set up twenty miles in every direction! No rout will be open to them and stop every damned vehicle!” Beta Peter shouted over the line. I went to the direction of the blue sedan though, hoping that there was some clue as to where they went. The back roads were all but clear on my way there, the only thing I saw was a low flying crop duster, skimming a field as I went by. When I got to the sedan, there were to warriors already combing through it. “Anything?” I went and joined them, sniffing the trunk and confirming Melody had been there.

“...I think you’re trying to force Mable to give in.” Blair stared at the brightly lit cigarette between his fingers. His gaze darkened. ‘This is just the beginning.’ “Don’t blame me for reminding you, brother. Mable isn’t a simple woman. Be careful not to push her too far. When a dog is cornered, it’ll do anything to survive—” Blair shot a deadly look at him. “Who are you calling a dog?” Solomon twitched his mouth and quickly said, “Me! Me! Me! I’m the dog, alright?!”

It seems that he can smell his boss. When they reached the gate of the garden, Chelsea noticed that Blaze wasn’t tied up in his dog house, so she let Red go in first to calm her pet dog. "Hey, boy!" Red happily greeted Blaze which made the dog excitedly wag his tail. It barked and barked and reached for Red. "Hey demon, grab him, he might bite me!" Chelsea ordered Red in fear. "He doesn't eat fatty foods. You're high in cholesterol." Red laughed. Chelsea immediately walks closer to Red and hit him.

The engines rumbled as we started down the winding mountain roads, the forest stretching endlessly on either side. Behind us, Blaise swung a leg over my bike, sliding on his helmet before settling into the seat like it had always belonged to him. Beside him, his Beta David straddled Blaise’s Kawasaki Z1K—a sleek black machine, Blaise had named her ‘Ghost’, all angles and power, her high-pitched growl echoing against the cliffs.

I could not try to mind-link with Blake as I had not been brought into the Pack yet. As we came around a bend, Colby leaned forward, “What is that up ahead?” he asks. We all lean forward to look and see what looks like a wolf on the side of the road. My heart leaps in my throat. Were they dead or alive? Why were they randomly lying on the side of the road?

My heart leaped in vitality when the familiar high-pitched sound of a hound infiltrated my hearing. It was my hound, Poloy. A smile cracked my lips. My hound never failed me as my comrade in this battle of hell. "It's bad. We've been surrounded by the beasts!" Belle hurriedly informed them after getting out of the truck. When the window was rolled up, I saw Poloy leading the Aardwolves and Black Vultures. They were blocking the front, hindering the truck to move further. The exciting part is, we're on the turnpike road, all the way to their base underground. Unfortunately, the gap between this road and their base was miles away.

I held my cigarette and stared ahead. The massive convoy disappeared up the mountain. The sky grew darker by the minute. "In ten minutes that blizzard hits." Faye slammed her hand on the table. Her eyes were red. "They're still driving up there? Are they insane? That's suicide." Because I refused Cassidy's demand, Wanda couldn't hide her resentment. "Ms. Steele, this wasn't handled right." She looked away. "If you'd agreed to the rescue, they wouldn't have called in all those drivers.

My hand shakes as my fingers quickly search my bag for the flashlight, my thumb finding the switch. I turn it on. The beam slices through the fog in front of me, guiding my legs as I take one step, then the next. And then, I see it. A massive black dog lying helplessly on the roadside. Its fur is soaked with blood. The sight hits me like a punch. Its body jolts hopefully as its silver eyes catch the light. They lock on mine. In that moment, everything in me goes still. It's not just the size. The animal is huge. Obviously bigger than any stray I've ever seen.

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic