Chainsaw Dog Novels & Stories

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

Chase grumbled with mild curiosity. "This is Chase. He is a German Shepherd puppy and the second member of the PAW Patrol." "Really?" His voice trailed off, clearly impressed. "Well, that's pretty nice.I have a dog, a real dog; his name is Ruru." "Woah! Really, Mr. Johnson?" "Yes." Tommy smiled, proud of his toy. "But mommy hates real dogs, but Chase here is a police and traffic cop dog and a super spy police dog." As they chatted, Amaya beat harder than ever. She tried to keep Tommy away from Chase, but the man kneeled down and took to her son like they were longtime buddies.

My dogs were barking at him and my baby boy jumped up and bit him as he had laid his hands on me and pushed me. My dog was defending both myself and my mom when he bit Kyle. Kyle then proceeded to kick my dog in the stomach with his steel toed boots repeatedly. It was because of this that I grabbed him and forced him towards his livingroom, keeping him away from my already harmed dog. He was fighting against me to get to my dog and harm him more. I didn't allow this. This is when he grabbed the chainsaw from the freezer and reveed it multiple times until it started and held it to both my mom and I who was beside me at that point.

I silently followed her. The wind in the backyard blew with a harsher bite. Soft, faint whimpers echoed from behind the iron door. Carly opened the door and entered the shed, where a medium-sized white dog was held captive. The dog kept its bloodshot eyes lowered in submission, its legs shackled with silver chains. Its fur was matted and streaked with blood from long-neglected wounds. "It's alright, White Fang. I'm here now." Carly waved the plush toy in her hand. It was a gift I had made for White Fang, a token that let him recognize his owner.

I cut toward the benches, hoping to put something between us, but the dog leaped over them like they were nothing. ‎”Shit, shit, shit!” ‎I looked back. That was my mistake. My foot caught on something, and I went down hard. My chin smacked against the stone. I rolled onto my back just as the dog reached me. ‎It was on top of me in a heartbeat. Its jaws hung open, teeth dark and rotting. The smell was unbearable, thick and sickly, like death itself. God, what had this dog been eating? ‎I shoved my hands up, trying to push it away, and my fingers closed around something. A stick. A broken piece of wood. I jammed it between the dog’s jaws just as they snapped shut.

"I'm—I'm sorry Sam. I know you tried to save him with all your might. But I, I was just . . . really furious right now!" "That's why we should stop blaming each other. We have a enemy to interrogate and to kill." Malco led the way with Alexander, Mel of the fey clan, Jason with Sam supporting in his shoulders behind him. They reached the dungeon where the the person was being chained with silver bane. A painful and very sharp weapon created by the Werewolf faction. This time he pulled the trigger and raised the gun in their enemy face. "Where is Alexandra?!" Alexander demanded as he dug the gun in his wound, causing the person to shriek in pain. But after a minute he began laughing and spat

Surprised at the dog actions, Alexandra lowered her arm to grab her blade. The dog raised its head and howled. Alexandra took her chance and muttered something name, his s blade blaring a white glow. The dog looked down and growled at her, it's spit stuck to Alexandra face. She felt his face burn, forest dog spit can be poisonous. She swung her arm up but she only scratch the dog on it's belly. It moved back, running to stand on top of the boulder Alexandra had leaned against before. It bare it's white and yellow teeth at Alexandra, growling but not attacking. For a second Alexandr found it weird, but images of Prea were still fresh in her mind and she felt angry. Angry at herself for puttin

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

The dog, if you could even call it that, was enormous. Cerberos had a wide and stout body like that of a pit bull’s, except this body stood at least ten feet tall. The three, fear-invoking heads, rose a few feet higher. Its skin was completely hairless, the dark, leather-like material stretched taut over sinew, muscle, and bone. Teeth as long and sharp as daggers emerged as each of the heads pulled back its ugly black lips in a show of hatred. Each head reminded James of a decomposing Doberman; ears flat back in agitation, black pits for eyes. The middle head barked a low bass-filled roar.

I awoke with a banging headache. Part of me hoped it was all just a very vivid nightmare. I went to sit up and felt something hard and cold around my ankle. I blinked a few times with my eyes adjusting to the dimmed light. I looked around and saw a window high on the wall behind me, it was already night outside. I was on a bed and my ankle was chained. I tugged at the chain on the bed, but it didn’t budge. I tugged my ankle against it but there was no use, it was a heavy-duty metal cuff. I looked around and saw a door on the wall in front of me with a small window in. I climbed gingerly off the bed and tried to reach the door, but the chain stopped me. I tried to pull the bed closer to the