Dalmatians 101 Characters Novels & Stories

As if protecting her. They couldn't understand what was happening... didn't he want to kill her? " Charlotte. What's happening to him? And why isn’t Master coming?” Cerberus asks Charlotte. She stares at the huge wolf in disbelief. Shaking her head in a no. " No...no..this is not possible!" She speaks, stepping back. And that's when the death wolf let out a loud howl to make even the ground to shudder. " Grrrrrrrhhhhhhh!"

It was obvious that she must have been a gorgeous woman in her youth. Constance was carrying a small dog with snow-white fur. The dog was plump and adorable, with a tiny pink flower on its head. In dog lover’s terms, this had to be a little princess. Javier could also tell it was a Pomeranian, despite his limited dog-related knowledge.

It was custom to acknowledge the sovereign first. "Your Majesty," He muttered in a low but deep voice. I looked to Charlie, who looked equally as confused by her mate before turning my head to see Killian's calculated stare on Damien. Charlie cleared her throat. "Killian, brother, this is Damien, my mate." The growl that ripped through the room made the bear stand from his bow. He swiftly pulled Charlie behind him, ready to attack if needed.

And what the hell is he supposed to do now? He made his way to bed after a shower, sleeping at the furthest end of the bed. She has to leave. He'll have to make her leave. ♡♡♡ Damon felt something next to him, breathing. Could it be Charm? His Samoyed dog has been absent from home but is all over the news with Jordan. Charm is a beautiful dog, and he is more popular than its owner, Damon. “Charm?” He muttered, opening his eyes slowly. His eyes landed on Naomi's head, full of red hair, and her face buried in his chest.

' Anger spiked through every cell in my body as I realised how stupid I'd been. 'Lahmal had never been my friend. From the minute he had found me, I had become a pawn in his plans against his half-brother. Jeez, I was so fuxking naive.' I wanted to punch myself, but before I could fall further into my own melancholy, Lucien and Lahmal shifted. I jumped to my feet, my eyes wide at the sight of these two magnificent Lycans facing each other; they were truly stunning. Daemon, with his thick blue/black fur and golden eyes and then Lahmal- he was beautiful. His silver-grey fur sparkled in the moonlight, and his eyes were the most adorable sapphire blue. For one brief moment, I had wanted to go an

They looked too adorable that I wished I could adopt one as well. "You can pick which one you want from them," the man said. I took a closer step towards the crate filled with puppies wagging their little tails and panting. I picked up the little white Maltese. "She's perfect and I know Steph will like her." The man nodded, "Ahh yes, the Maltese is a very smart dog and loves people. But it can be a bit territorial every so often." "Great we'll take her," Ash who was oddly quiet finally spoke up.

Biscuit jumped up and nearly knocked me over. Biscuit was small but was solid like a rock. He was a good dog, loyal and a great protector. Anytime someone was near my trailer he would bark up a storm alerting me and making them think twice. He looked like a standard pit, thick shoulders, no neck, and a big block head that was always smiling. A sloppy wet pink tongue lolling out of his mouth was the perfect accessory. He was a runt even now, smaller than a standard pit. He had short fur that was half brown and half white in splotches and one perfectly black spot on his rump. He was great with the kids in the lot next to mine and they loved playing chase and fetch with him. They could do anyth

“Thank you so much, Ms. Vanderbilt.” “Don’t mention it,” Maisie sat next to her bed and laughed. “You should just call me Maisie like Hector when we’re not at work.” Lucy paused, then smiled. “Maisie.” Meanwhile… The two brothers brought Daisie to a pet store. As they looked at the various dog breeds there, she didn’t know which to pick because they were all too cute. The manager showed a poodle to her, but she shook her head because her eyes fell on a brown Alaskan Malamute with light blue eyes that looked so clear.

Donald and Dinah were still holding hands outside. “Wait a minute, though” Donald pulled away from Dinah, “What?!” Dinah asked confused, “You’re a wolf too!!!” Donald asked, taken aback. “Yeah obviously” Dinah smiled at him, understanding his confusion, “Woah wow, This is big news” Donald said excited, “I’m with Alpha Damien’s pack” Dinah said still smiling, “Do you know him?” She asked him, “Yeah, of course I know him, he is a very popular Alpha,” Donald smiled at her, still surprised and excited.

A man called Dalmat Toska. Dalmat was a thick-set giant of a man, with mean eyes on his florid, puffy face. He had a pock marked face, riddled with scars. He had once been captured and brutally tortured by a rival clan when he was a youth and the marks on his face were evidence of this. It only added to his sinister appearance and he enjoyed scaring his victims. He was not a man who could blend in and when a car was spotted by the keen Ngoc, with the man’s face appearing for a brief second as he switched cars, Schwartz and his men knew that they had struck gold.