Chainsaw Man Dogs Novels & Stories

A woman came home from shopping to find her Doberman dog choking on something. She quickly put him in the car and rushed him to the vet. The vet told her to go home while he operated to remove whatever was lodged in the dog's windpipe, and he'd call her when she could pick up her pet. The woman hadn't been home for long when the vet called and told her in a calm but urgent voice to get out of her house immediately, and that he'd come by to explain in a few minutes. From her neighbour's window she saw the vet arrive with several police cars, and she ran out to see if her dog was all right and to see what was going on. As the police ran into her house, the vet told her what her loving pet had

"We can go inside, I thought maybe we could put your car in the garage later just in case." Cheyenne smiled nodding, "you scared?" He nodded, "yeah of your dad trying to kill me." As they walked in Nick's two labs sat up whining shaking their tail at the company. Cheyenne made a face looking at them. "Awww look at the two of you." The two dogs started to shake with excitement at being spoken to but knew better than to move without permission. Nick reached out grabbing Cheyenne's hand leading her to the couch. As they sat down he whistled and the two dogs came running full speed stopping right in front of them.

Once she had leashed it, she went out to join the others. Andrew wordlessly helped the very excited Ethan to leash the dog he wanted to walk and walked out holding the scottie. Ethan grinned and securely tied the dog's leash to his hand. Once he was certain it was extremely tight he slapped the big dog's butt hard. "Go boy!" He was suddenly yanked forward by the extremely startled dog. The St. Bernard rushed past the rest of Squad 10 and ran out into the open street extremely confused and frightened. Ethan was also yanked along violently as the dog ran as he had wrapped and tied the leash tightly around his hand.

When she looked at us, her lips parted and she couldn't take her eyes off us. "I want that dog," Constantine pointed at a Doberman. It was salivating, looking at us furiously and even biting the iron railing of its cage. He smirked at him. "I love taming animals and people in general." Hawthorne looked around while shaking his head. Unable to bear the noise anymore, he changed the color of his eyes and showed them his fangs then growled a little. All the animals immediately stopped and they all sat down, some cried, some shut their mouths.

Philip was a good man. Madison also has Two-dogs. Not literally two dogs, but one badass rescued pit bull named Two-dogs. He's three years old and follows Madison everywhere. He was our compromise over the bodyguard situation. Madison hired a woman and I had a dog trained for added protection. We're both happy.

Secretly, some guards instructed the void to attack and maim anybody who seemed menacing enough, including Darren and Wickus, the only individuals it permitted close. Lanaya was in the dark. Nor did she have any inkling that it was an Irish wolfhound, not a dog. He responded to her words with a bark. Light and endearing laughter resounded. Meanwhile, Salvetti watched the dog run off and come back with a ball fashioned completely of rope. The dog, seeing her hand outstretched, took off running, hoping she'd give pursuit. Salvetti had to wait for the mutt to leave the area before he could get close. Reason enough were the multiple bite marks on his arms.

Lewis crouched down, extending his hand through the fence to gently brush away the strands of hair clinging to Josephine's face. Then he said, "But you frequently visited Quintin's dogs. I thought you liked dogs. Could it be that you only like his dogs?" Josephine vigorously shook her head. These were entirely different situations. Quintin's dogs were gentle, domesticated strays, resembling more like beloved pets. However, Lewis' dogs were of a different breed altogether. They were hunting dogs—fierce and capable of devouring a person. And if her eyes didn't deceive her, the dogs in the cages appeared to be wolves. Why would he choose to keep such menacing creatures?

“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.

“I’ll give you three seconds to get your miserable self out of here. Otherwise, my men will throw you out.” Maxwell’s gaze darkened, disbelief evident across his face. “You wouldn’t order them…” he glanced at the two men behind Ethan “to dare touch me and throw me out.” Ethan smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a cold, almost amused way. “I have two dogs too. If you don’t like my men doing the chasing, then my dogs can.” He leaned forward slightly. “But trust me, if my dogs chase you, they’ll chase your clothes away as well.”

The tearing in my chest grew more intense with every wave. After what felt like an eternity, the villa door opened again. Vanessa emerged alone. She had changed into a black dress and was holding the leashes of two enormous black dogs. They were war hounds, unique to the Red Fang pack, bred specifically for hunting and killing their enemies. Each one stood as tall as a grown male wolf. "Freya," Vanessa cooed. "Still here? You're so obedient. No wonder our Alpha just can't bring himself to truly hate you."