Courage The Cowardly Dog Theory Novels & Stories

Yet he was unable to break free before she clawed him twice. “Last chance!” Dora barked, letting go of the wobbly wolf. Struggling to remain upright, he reared to the ring’s ropes. “I won’t yield. This fight will go on forever until you yield, because you are too big of a coward to kill me!” Aaron screamed. “You know you aren’t being a coward,” Dora said, and I sighed in my mind. “I do. I feel like a damn superhero to be brave and controlled enough not to send his tail back to the sixth and worst pit of Hell!” I didn’t fall for his crap.

“Me.” My laugh came out thin. “They didn’t see me shaking,” I said. “They didn’t see me choke on my own fear in that tunnel, or how long it took me to move when I saw those cages. They didn’t see how badly I wanted to run.” Kael didn’t answer right away. He joined me on the stone ledge instead, boots braced, hands folded loosely. “Courage isn’t a lack of fear,” he said at last. “If you hadn’t been afraid, you’d have been a fool or a monster. You were terrified. You moved anyway. That’s what matters.”

“What? Is that because I didn’t attend your brother’s funeral! I mean, you must have heard that I was in a rough situation myself.” I said calmly, but he took a few steps toward me and I just stood there blowing smoke waiting for him. “How could you talk about this simply, you can’t take this situation lightly, motherfucker. What you did back there fucked us all.” The man said in a choked voice and for a second I felt there was a hint of fear in it. He was scared, and that made me frown. Scared people act before thinking, never fight a scared or hurt dog, they go rabid and kill everyone, including themselves.

"The second rule of fight is to identify your opponents weakness. No matter how great of a fighter your opponent is , remember everyone has a weakness." Jason was standing in the center, addressing the warriors and I gulp feeling out of place. They all, even the girls we so toned...wearing sports bras and fittings pants.....while my clothes were so baggy....a worn out jogger with holes in it and an oversized hoody, hiding my thin frame and bruises below. "You need to attack at that-" His words stop as he took in my presence. Noticing my awkwardness. "Thora. You may join the third row. At the end."

SCENE CON'TD --- Cassian’s jaw hardened, but he did not rise. His voice was measured, even as fear, trembled beneath it. > “Threats, Malrath’Thorne, are the weapons of those who can not argue with reason.” Kaelith took another step forward into the circle of light, crimson eyes fixed on him like brands pressed against flesh. > “And reason, Cassian, is the coward’s shield when his courage fails him.”

Cory cowered too, but he kept his legs straight. “Are you the Rogue’s Alpha?” he asked again, trying to move a step forward to show what a fearless king he actually was. Right at the same moment, the huge black wolf moved too. He charged directly towards Cory as if he was going to trample him to a puddle of meat mud ruthlessly. Cory panicked. He fell down on his knees and covered his head with his paws out of instinct. But the wolf just leaped across his head and hurled himself into those armed warriors behind him-they were running and escaping like a herd of frightened sheep.

“Truthfully, this last theory of ‘distraction’ is the most unreliable one I have and that’s mostly because it could change at any minute without warning. We need to keep in mind that this weakness could still very easily turn into a strength for her, what with it also stemming from a strong emotional response. If she learns how to overcome her urge to just immediately attack in a pure rage, she could always use that emotional energy to her own benefit instead. Then we’d probably be in a lot of trouble. I was only able to survive because she lapsed into that overconfident fury and I just used it to my own advantage. My hope is that old dogs really can't learn new tricks; especially when that

She picked up scout in her arms and started playing with him. " Hey, dear am finally going to a high school! You know what am super excited but a bit nervous too. Hope am not bullied by my seniors or my classmates on the first day at least Wish me luck buddy ." said Cynthia. Talking to a dog might sound strange but Scout was the only one Cynthia used to share her feelings with She had friends but Cynthia couldn't trust them too. Cynthia was always a girl who believed in magic and destiny She had certain strange experiences in her childhood that made her believe that magic is real. However, whenever she told such a thing to her friends they always made fun of Cynthia. They used to tell her th

I asked in my head. “FOOL” The forest floor shook with rage as a roar tore itself from my dog throat. “WE ARE NO MERE DOG, WE ARE THE WARRIOR SPIRIT OF A MIGHTY WOLF, AS BIG AS ANY ALPHA, STRONG LIKE OUR FATHER, CUNNING, LIKE OUR MOTHER. NEVER INSULT US IN THIS WAY AGAIN, LEST I ABANDON YOU TO THE SLAUGHTER THAT LAY AHEAD OF US.” “Oh…am I… is this a dream?” I was tentative about asking this time, maybe she would just throw our wolf body off a cliff or something to punish me, and I am not about that life.

“I wish my own pack members would see things that way—they all think I’m a coward for letting Damascus take over our pack.” I shrugged, walking over to the wardrobe. “Well, I couldn’t agree more….you are a coward.” She took a bold step closer. “I am not a coward,” she argued, raising her voice slightly. I did it to protect them. Don’t you get it?” “A pack elder with so much power and abilities, but gives excuses when it’s time to do all she can to protect her pack members—that sounds like a coward to me.” I answered dismissively as I picked a pants to put on.