Chainsaw Man Dogs Novels & Stories

He doubled over, howling. “Collars,” Ethan ordered. Anna’s fingers worked fast, unbuckling the dogs. Chains hit the floor. She knotted one around the nearest hinge. “If they kick, they’ll think it’s jammed,” she murmured. The dogs circled her now, wary, reading the unspoken command under her voice. One pressed close to her leg, as though confused which side it belonged to. Another swung wide, gaze cutting back to Ethan as if measuring him. Both animals recognized what their handlers never had: strength you don’t leash.

Anvi nodded and got off the bed along with him. Anvi and Nikhil walked out and went to see where the sound was coming from. As they walked towards their destination they could hear Chetna voice's as well along with some unfamiliar male's voice trying to calm the dogs. When they reached the living room they found Chetna, with a man who was holding three Doberman pinschers. The dogs stared at Anvi and were about to launch on her when the man standing aside Chetna yelled," Daredevils, stop."

Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank. The safety and security of my home and way of life are very important to me, so having those eight dogs roam the property every hour of the day helps with my men. Dal runs back to the backyard and then goes behind the house. I put my cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pocket for a lighter. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. There is a light breeze and the air is cool and crisp today. I've lived in New York my whole life, and I love it. I just wish this time of year wasn't so cold.

Their snarls reverberated through the air, and their teeth gleamed menacingly in the dim light of the field. The largest of the three dogs, a massive, muscular beast with gnashing jaws, lunged at Claus, teeth bared, aiming for his throat. Claus reacted with lightning speed, throwing himself to the ground just in time. The dog’s jaws snapped shut inches from Claus’s face, the hot, fetid breath of the animal washing over him.

May the last man standing win. He got to a part of the large fence that was farthest away from the guards patrolling. They assumed no one would attempt to break in from there because that’s where the dog pens were, and they were right. The dogs were almost as large as some werewolves themselves, and feral, bred to kill and infused with black magic. A wolf was better off fighting wolves like himself than taking up Matteo’s hounds. But Caden wasn’t worried. The hounds knew him. He had played, fought, and fed them. They would never harm him. He just hoped they remembered his scent fast enough before ripping him apart first.

“You know, dogs can smell cancer and other ailments.” “Toby has two dogs…” “Really? What breed?” English Mastiff and Irish Wolfhound. Those are really large dogs. Isn’t that crazy?!!” “I know, right?” “How does he manage them?” “Manage? They go everywhere with him.” “Even on set?” “Yep. They have passports too.” Rory blinked as he found it all weird and amusing. “Their names are Dagger and Chaos.” Rory blinked and laughed, a laugh so contagious that Christy laughed too.

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.

Circling him like sharks as he drops onto an overturned crate in the center of the room. He pulls a cigar from his jacket, lights it with a silver Zippo. The flame casts shadows across his face that make him look like something from a horror movie. The dogs settle around him. One on each side. Both scarred to hell. Ears torn. Faces marked with old wounds that healed wrong. The one on his left is missing half an ear. The one on his right has a slashed eye just like Tristan's. Milky white. Useless. They're monsters. Just like their master.

The dogs kept on looking at Jai and he couldn’t stay calm from their gaze. “Um, hi?” Jai greeted them. But they didn’t even flinch. The little girl giggled beside him and started pointing one by one to the dogs around them. “All of them are boys. This is Kiki, he is a Koshi beast. This is Olsen, he is a moonwolf. Lastly, Hugo, he is a Bronzaback Direwolf. He is the boss from these two, but they are very good friends with each other. We are a pact.”