Chainsaw Dog Novels & Stories

The spiked leather dog collar strapped around his raw throat restricted his failing airway, actively choking him with every violent shiver. At exactly six o'clock, the heavy metal gate of the kennel yard violently swung open. The loud screech of rusted iron pierced his bleeding eardrums. The massive Rottweilers instantly erupted into a deafening frenzy, aggressively throwing their heavy bodies against the chain-link fences, completely maddened by the smell of his blood. The sharp, rhythmic clicking of designer winter boots approached his paralyzed form. Kiara stood exactly two feet away from his bleeding head. She was wrapped flawlessly in a massive, pure white fur coat. Her dark eyes looked

Randy grabbed him and said, "Are you crazy? Didn't you hear the gunshots?" Edwin snorted, chin raised, "Do you know that I am unparalleled in the world? These few people don't need me to take action at all." Randy's face darkened, damn, how could he be such a fool. He was about to pull the person over, but two white figures jumped in from the broken window. There were two dogs. But he had never seen such a dog before, it was powerful, with muscles all over its body, very light white fur, and red at the corners of its mouth, clearly just bitten someone.

Kent half mumbled, half barked at me. “She tried, but I am hard of hearing.” I joked. The truth was, my mother was full of DOs and DON’Ts. I just DON’T listen to her. Gosh, I am funny, I thought. Kent, finding my joke unfunny—well at least the one I told out loud—rolled his eyes and shouted out. “Max!” Maybe a minute passed—if I was being a harsher judge of time, I’ll say maybe two, but no more—before the same dog that had circled me showed up. Now that I’d seen Kent in wolf form, Max just looked like an oversized dog.

Xander took off his jacket and laid it across his motorcycle. The four men with him grabbed long, heavy chains from their motorcycles and headed toward us, their lips curling into sinister smiles. Xander and Elias morphed and changed into their wolves and leaped at the men. One of them snapped his chain rope toward Elias, but he quickly jumped out of the way, grabbed the man by the throat, and threw him into the street. Elias could have easily ripped out the man's throat but didn't. Then he grabbed another man when the first one started coming toward Elias again, sneaking up behind him.

Their big narrow heads swung around, teeth jutting out of their sneering mouths, 3 inches long and clearly visible. Fuck, fuck, fuck He thought. he sheathed his blade and pulled out his katana, it came out with a Schwing! The two remaining pups got up. He readied himself, they snarled and one lashed out at him with their claws, he dodged and took a swing and took the beasts’ hand clean off. It shrieked, then he shoved his blade into its chest, the other one started moving towards him and he removed the blade from the first pup’s chest as it crumpled to the ground.

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager

“Oh my fucking God! You fucking psychopath, what the fucking hell, Lorenzo!’ He screams. He tries to hold his gushing ear but can’t due to his hands being chained. He looks at me with wide bloodshot eyes as I toss the ear to the dog sitting beside me and he catches it in his mouth and munches on it carelessly. “Good boy, Verse.” I praise the dog. I drop the knife and take out another one. Without warning, I dive it into the back of his hand. The screams worsened and it was starting to sound funny. I like it. I try to drag the knife forward, wanting to give him a very wide gap between his middle and ring finger.

Charles sneered at me, his threats only fueling my determination. I locked eyes with Charles, unyielding in my resolve, as I lurched myself again on him, this time with my paws scratching his eyes out of his eye sockets. The sound of Charles’ agonized cries intensified as I tore into him, my primal instincts taking over. With each scratch and bite, I could feel the weight of retribution lifting off my shoulders. The taste of victory mingled with the metallic tang in the air, leaving an indelible mark on my senses.

But all we could get is the metallic scent of blood wafting around the forest. A few minutes later, I heard a swoosh and saw something that dashed through the trees. “Did you see that?” Nathan mindlinked me and Raphal. “That was fast,” I responded over the mindlink while Raphal remained silent as we slowly form a circle. Finally, I caught a glimpse of the wolf and chased it. The wolf stopped when it sensed my presence and looked back at me. It had red eyes and fresh scars. I am certain that this is a feral wolf. I leaped towards it and bit his neck. Raphal and Nathan backed me up by biting his leg and tail. The feral wolf yelped and struggled for a bit until giving up and lie to death.

“You’re barking at the wrong tree, mutt.” “Ohh, that’s not a nice word.” I rammed my fist into his jaw again. Roman stood in the corner of the room and groaned. “Talk Bowen. It’s late and we’re tired,” Roman said. “Yeah, I have a mate I need to get to.” “That stupid bitch,” Bowen barked. My wolf jumped to the edge of my skin and flashed in my eyes. He was chained to the chair. I dug my claws into his flesh, sinking my venom into his body. He cried out and cursed.