Chainsaw Dog Novels & Stories

Just as the two of them exited the grove, Cere came bounding up to them. His tongue hanging from his mouth. He pounced on her. Andi looked around to see if the old woman he lived with was nearby. Jace tried to help get Cere off her but the dog turned to him and growled. Jace noticed little flames in his eyes as he did so. Stepping back, he put his hands in his pockets. A simple question came to mind, could this be a hellhound?

"I hear his breath. He’s at the hole." Snarl. A black snout pushed through the gap Noah had just made. The hound’s eyes were yellow. It snapped its jaws, inches from Noah’s foot. "Fuck!" Noah swung the iron poker. The heavy metal caught the dog across the nose. The hound yelped and retreated into the smoke below. "Abigail?" Charlotte called out. "Was that my dog? If you hurt him, I’ll start with your fingers. One by one. In front of your blind lover."

It was brutal. At this point, my barely conscious mind realized that Chase could maul her to death. And I wanted it to happen. Chase was a large German Shepherd, a naturally ferocious breed of canine fighters, and Tina was fucked up. Blood was everywhere, her screams sounded like thunder as she scrambled up to her feet with her skin and flesh in pieces, limping bloodily, and far away from sight with Chase hot on her heels.

on the road surface. 'What the fuck is that?' One of the men glanced over his shoulder and froze in horror, 'Oh fuck.' He hissed grabbing the other man's shoulder and turning his head to face the nightmare behind them, 'Is that a fucking Wolf?'

the raven-haired whispered angrily and ashamed of himself Let the legend that stood in front of him and with a quick movement cut off the head of that wolf to turn its fur, which was contaminated with blood and became full of it. His sharp teeth are bloody too! His bloodshot eyes stared at that witch smiling beside him, as if she was in control of the situation! Suddenly she raised her hand, pointing at Ardina, who opened her eyes, and Zayn froze in place, staring at how she turned away from him and stood in front of that shocked wolf - her wolf - as well as from the strength of this witch! "Come on, baby, tell your dog to stop causing trouble. Oh my God, look at all these corpses. Is it for

I tilted my head towards the ground to see the beautiful medium sized dog I think it’s a German Shepard shortly after mt head was lifted gently so the doctor could continue to treat the gash on my forehead. I reached out a hand blindly towards the dog in an effort to finally pat it. Wait why isn’t Tristan back yet?

The hound’s lower jaw tears free with a wet snapping rip, splattering black blood across the stones. The creature strikes a shrill, too thin, and crumples sideways, twitching. Kael swings the severed jaw like a club, and it crashes into the next charging hound; its ribs shatter under the force of black ichor spraying in long, greasy arcs. The second hound folds inward, legs buckling, smoke leaking from its chest.

He was only wearing a boxer short. I swallowed my own saliva because of what I saw that moment. His boxer short was fitted so his pet is very scratched. Yes, it is VERY BIG. It was not hardened that time but it is already big so what if it's alive then? Damn it Cassandra! You are so obscene. "A-are you done?" I asked, still stuttering. "Yes," I felt goosebumps after hearing his voice. He is not only handsome rather his voice is. What is happening to me?

One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out. The moment it locked onto me, eyes glowing that eerie, hungry green. It let out a snarl and lunged. I didn't flinch. Not because of the OP loot my family gave me—this time, I came armed with something better. Right before its jaws hit my throat, I whipped out my secret weapon: A mega-sized chicken drumstick. "Go! Drumstick!" I chucked it. The hellhound stopped mid-lunge, instantly shifting back to its true form—three drooling dogs barreling after the meat.

Whiskey. “Ready to die?” I sneered at the wolf. It growled and lifted its head to the sky, a loud howl filled the air. Fucking coward, it's calling for backup. I threw my arm forward, letting fly the pole I was holding. It swiftly cut the air and hit the hip of the dog. Its howl died in an instant and it jumped back, dislodging the pole from its leg. I didn’t wait for the wolf to ready itself, and instead, I charged toward it with the hatchet primed and ready to slice it open. I swung out for its throat as I reached it, but it was faster than I gave it credit for. The wolf jumped back while lifting the top half of its body at the same time, meaning the hatchet only just connected with its ch