Bl3 Road Dog Novels & Stories

I start driving back to my place, I need to be extra careful in this weather, even if the streets are basically deserted right now, the pouring rain makes it very hard to see so I drive like a snail, I'm in no rush better safe than sorry. A couple of blocks away from the supermarket I see the silhouette of a dog crossing the street, I slow down to give it enough time to cross safely but the dog stops in the middle of the street and start snarling when I get closer. I stop the car startled by his reaction, the truth is I don't get along with dogs in general and strays are the worst, they always snarl at me for no reason, someone told me once 'that they are challenging me'. but I'm not sure ab

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

“Nope, but I’m aiming for it. I’m still only Seasoned rank.” “Eh, no way! With how strong you are, you should be Legendary!” “Well, I haven't raked up enough points yet. I’ll get there though.” “It won’t be long then. Oh, Lord Dragunov, look!” Amari crouched down and inspected the ground. “There’s some kind of track here. Looks like wolves. A lot of them too.” “How many specifically?” Matthew asked just to know how good she was since he already knew the number.

“No dog is that big.” The man leaned forward, lowering his voice even though she heard every word. “There were three of them. Huge things. Bigger than horses.” Zeke’s gaze sharpened. She went still. “Where?” one of the other men asked. “Old forestry road, north of here. Near that abandoned turn-off.” Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table. Pain flashed behind her eyes. And then the images came again. Rain. Mud. Blood. Her father’s hand reaching for her from the side of the road.

"He is initiating a treaty." Cale looked at the tag. Name: Buster. Breed: Shepherd Mix. History: Stray. Found on the highway. "Buster," Cale read. "Undignified." "He was found on the highway," Elion read over his shoulder. "Hit by a car. Recovered." Cale looked at the dog's leg. There was a faint scar running down the flank. "He is a survivor," Cale whispered. "He knows the impact." "He looks like you," Elion said. "Quiet. Intense. A little broken."

Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.

Then I picked a piece of meat from my bowl, fed it to the little black dog lying obediently at my feet, and muttered to myself, “You’re way cuter than her.” Sometimes animals could be more loyal than people. All it took was one piece of meat, and it would treat you as its owner. It would be loyal to the end, never betraying you. Unlike Yvonne, who was never satisfied. She always wanted everything. That was why I was determined that she would end up with nothing. As the countdown to midnight began, fireworks exploded one after another outside the window. I scrolled through the New Year’s greetings on my phone when I happened across a post from Evan’s on social media.

A slow-spreading smile stretches over his face, and then he flies behind us. "Run up ahead," Sleepy calls over his shoulder. "And don't look back! I will try to summon Azrael!" Nodding, I grab Malia and bring her to my chest before launching myself to add some distance between our company and the spider. The dog doesn't have any problem catching up with us and barks happily once he returns to running on my right side. "Glad to see you're back," The dog barks at me. My smile widens. I think we will make it, and relief washes over me until our path leads us to a giant cobweb blocking off the road—I immediately come to a halt.