Chainsaw Dog Novels & Stories

Cheryl's body went skittering across the slick floor and slammed into a wall. Cheryl was stunned for a moment and then got up screaming, "You Bitch!" Her nose was spurting blood, and she was trying to staunch the flow as she yelled for anyone to hear how she had been disrespected by a human. She quickly shifted into a red wolf, snarling with teeth bared. Karen stood her ground, growling back.

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

“Police are investigating another suspected animal attack after the body of twenty-three year old Chrissy Leyland was found by a dog walker just three hours after she was reported missing. Police are asking the public to be vigilant...” Johnny groaned and jabbed at the TV remote with his thumb to try and find something to watch that was better than the news. He’d been in the states for a few months but didn’t enjoy the TV much. Then again, he was usually too busy to watch TV but being bed-ridden had left him with a lot of time on his hands and no way of filling it. He had tried on several occasions to convince Ursula that he was at least fit enough to do light duties but the woman as stubbor

FLASHBACK Rio Sanjaya ordered his dark horse to stop for a moment with a watchful gaze. The surrounding trees were violet under the bluish moonlight. After listening to something for a while, Rio stomped his horse back on his way without haste. Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Rio to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Rio drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger.

Thunking and sharp barks responded before Lya opened the door. “Hi!” she chirped. I looked down at her arms where a puppy with the largest floppiest ears was trying to wiggle out. “You got a familiar?” I asked cautiously. Werewolves weren’t ones for pets. Lya looked down at the dog. “What? No, this is my puppy. It’s just a normal dog?” I laughed, forgetting how new she was to these things. “If it’s happy with you, it isn’t a normal dog. You’re the apex predator, remember?”

Austin was eager for his award and licked intensely. Sarah felt the quake start in the focal point of her body. She brought her pussy down to get the intense strokes of the dog's tongue on her engorged clit. She cherished having such an enormous, delicate clit. Her beating pussy opening spilled over from the climax, and dog Austin needed every last bit of it. She moaned and shook viciously while he lapped it up, then she held the wall to hold back from tumbling to the wet ground. “Goodness, god, you are awesome.” She generally let him know that, despite the fact that Scorpion was better. Scorpion was the name of the dog Sarah rolled in a hay with most times before Austin's indulgence.

The fight was clean. Too clean. Two bloodhounds down, their bodies steaming in the grass. I crouched to work, pulling a dagger from my belt and sawing at the jaw of the nearest one. Fangs gleamed under the gore, perfect for my next batch of shurikens. The sword at my side buzzed, irritation sharp as a hornet. Lachlan: “You’re using me to fetch dog teeth. Is that all I am to you?”

[Death Dog- Elite rank] Level 56 HP- 800 CON-80 ATK-380 STR-126 DEF-22 DEX-4 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-95 INT-19 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Elite) Dark Vision(R) Vision of the Pack(Mystic)] A Death dog is a two-headed hound that roams plains, caves and deserts. Hate burns in a death dog's heart and a taste for humanoid flesh drives it to explore the surface world, death dog saliva carries a foul disease that causes a victim's flesh to slowly rot off the bone.

My teeth are bared, a growl rippling through my body. "I will not be taken down by this pack of rogues again." A violent clash erupts—fangs and claws tearing through flesh as we launch into the fight. The deer flee in terror, vanishing into the darkness. There are more of the rogues this time—three times as many as before—coats streaked in gray and deep russet hues. Chet already has their leader by the throat as I set my sights on a she-wolf I know I can take down swiftly.

“Give it back! Give my head back!” “How about I give you a piece of my f*cking mind instead, you lil b*tch?!” Javier snarled as he whacked the dog with the stick. He had been lulled into believing that this con-dog had been stopped from terrorizing others, but holy hell, this was no dog! This dog was straight-up magic! It cosplayed a ghost at night for a living! Who the f*ck in their right mind would believe this if they did not see it!