Bonedog Poem Novels & Stories

And if Bale has hurt them, I will tear him apart limb by limb with my bare hands. Father and I make our way deeper in the house towards the staircase. It puts us in sight of the kitchen, where I see Clay kneeled down over a furry, golden form. The poor dog cries pitifully, obviously in great pain. I can tell it can’t get up and it’s body is broken, possibly its spine. My cousin pets the animal on the head, his voice a soothing cadence. “You have the heart of an alpha. You protected your pack. Rest easy little Alpha, your final battle is over. Find peace and a place in the sky.”

Standing up, I race down escaping momentarily. I don't know for how long, my feet carries me, I see a clearing out front, jade green shines mystical. Racing through the clear field, I reach the middle, before I can take another step, my feet refuse to move, like an invisible hold am stuck. Pulling hard on my foot, I try to move but find it difficult. A huge shadow moves menacing towards me, trying hard to pull, lifting my feet with my arms trying desperately to run. The half moon shines illuminating the four legged breast, pitch black fur blended with the darkness, sharp fierce long canine reveled itself coated with saliva, the beast opened its mouth huffing out a ragged breath.

My wolf is pacing, ready to run. I can't control both him and myself....it needs to be over soon. When we arrived I felt her nearby. My body trembled so hard I missed a step. Concentrating is difficult. I can smell her scent more clearly now. It is a strange scent and nothing like I expected or I'm used to. It's adding to my confusion and anxiety. Father is no help at the moment....all he can say is "it will get better". Right now I don't believe him. I can barely control the shaking and the pain, but the pull of my mate is driving me to distraction.

he said as he blew a loud whistle, and the cage opened, releasing the animals. I allowed the corner of my mouth to turn up slightly into a smile as I watched the animals pounced, tails swishing, and their teeth baring as they rushed towards the bones that had been thrown out in front of them. A moment later the keeper muttered something about greedy beasts, slammed the gate shut, and walked off. I did not open my eyes fully until I couldn't hear his steps anymore. From where I was hiding, I watched how the dogs crushed the bones with their awful strength, as their teeth snapped the bones like though they were twigs. They growled and growled.

He was terrified, not only of the invisible dogs but the child. The menacing barks could be heard as we watch dog slime dripping on the bone man's face. He screamed then we saw his legs being pulled from his body. The bones cracked and crunched until they disappeared into the bellies of the invisible dogs. "Are they eating him?" Zander asked. "Yes," Isis gulped. Skully attempted to free himself, but the dogs were too strong and without his scythe, he was just a helpless bone man. The dogs chomped and chomped until all that was left was his skull. "I will be back!" he cried.

From their conversation, Bone seemed to be Mitbahl's pet. So...Bone wouldn't have met some unfortunate fate at the hands of Misoup, would he? "Bone is my precious little darling..." Mitbahl's eyes welled up with tears. "I sleep with it in my arms every night. Without it, I can't fall asleep!" Diana asked, "So... Bone is the name of your pet dog?" "No," Mitbahl shook his head with a woeful expression. "Ma'am, can't you tell from the name? Bone is obviously a piece of bone!"

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.

"You told me you don't know who. I believe you don't know the name. But you know something about them. You don't get to eighteen months inside an operation without picking up texture. What do you know?" He's quiet. His broken finger is purple now, the knuckle grotesquely swollen, and there's blood drying on his chin from the lip Declan split, and he has the look of a man who has been making calculations for the last twenty minutes and keeps arriving at the same answer, which is that he is out of leverage and what's left is just deciding how much more of this he wants before he says everything he knows. "They called them the Ghost," he says finally. "That's all I ever heard. The Ghost. Someon

“Why are you called Hound?” Nothing. “I know where you’re taking me,” she tried again, her voice lowering. “Binge. He won’t pay you. He’ll betray you—he’s done it before. I’ll do anything. Anything. Just listen to me.” Still, he said nothing. The checkpoint loomed ahead—a crumbling warehouse, its roof swallowed by the night sky. From the shadows emerged Binge. Tall and gaunt, he grinned wide enough to show all his teeth. “Well, well, if it ain’t the stray dog,” he said. “Long time no see, Hound.”

"It's my business when other dogs come sniffing around my bone" "I don't share".