Dalmatians 101 Characters Novels & Stories

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Dorothy muttered, smacking her forehead with every word as she stomped out of the garden. Her wolf, Alya, was babbling nonstop in her head, and Dorothy was ready to dig a hole and scream into it. "Did you see how hot our mate was?" Alya sighed dreamily, clearly unbothered by the catastrophe they just escaped. "And his wolf, Damien, oh goddess! He’s such a sweetheart. I just know we’d have the best run through the woods together. Imagine us running together in the woods, under the moonlight!"

Charlotte reached the kids and clapped her hands, making all the children jump off giggling and revealing a very flushed Damian sprawled on the ground who was left almost breathless from all the laughing. The scene warmed Shay’s heart and she immediately forgot that Charlotte even existed; all she saw was a kind man with a beautiful soul…and she knew that was a fact because children are the best judges of one's character. The one thing she thought next both excited and saddened her; she could suddenly see the two of them with their own little pack of pups which excited her more than she was ready to admit given she never thought about it before. But with the prophecy and the mark on Damian’s

she smiled at the two sat on the floor. Aurelia’s wolf trotted into the room carrying a string bag in her mouth. Despite her natural vampire form being very short in stature and petite, Aurelia’s wolf from was the polar opposite. Even on all fours, she towered over the three Dhampirs easily and her chest was almost as broad as the table though, her furs was the same fiery copper as her hair and her brilliant blue eyes were a beautifully striking contrast. She dropped the bag on the table with a huff and sat down before Seraphina and wagged her tail.

The wolves of The Society are generally quite aggressive and dominant, and they usually don't take disrespect very well. Carlos doesn't react, although his eyes do briefly flash before settling back to their usual chocolatey brown colour. "No, they were higher than this," Carlos simply replies, and Charlotte pokes her head around Conrad, deciding to try to alleviate the awkwardness. "Hi, I'm Charlotte Davies. Best friend," she smiles, offering her hand. Carlos doesn't shake her head, instead smiling back and giving her a nod. "Carlos Amaretti," he responds, and Charlotte steps back, nibbling her lip.

I can't relate to their topic that's why I just stayed silent all through dinner. After eating dinner, they still talked about other things that I am still not aware of. Because of their interactions, I realized that maybe I really should change my rude behavior like what my brother said, except when I'm talking to boys. They don't deserve kindness. "It's almost 9 o'clock. We should tidy this up. Dusty go and feed Macaroon and Mint." Miss Kyrary instructed. Macaroon is a golden retriever, while Mint is a Shiba Inu. They're the pets here in the Okami Complex.

That's make-believe, myth, movies, and books. Okay, Mark, slow down. Then what else could it be? It has to be; no matter how improbable, if all other facts fit, then that has to be the answer. Wasn't that what another fictional character had said? Close to it anyway. Damien was a werewolf. But he wasn't running around killing people, or tearing them apart on the full moon. Wait, when's the full moon?

"She does have a point, Darian." "Stop talking about me like I'm a German shepherd!" Biting her lip, Bella couldn't help but smile. Darian was fun to mess with now that she didn't really care if he liked her or not. "I was thinking more along the lines of a giant Alaskan Malamute."

He had done his research on what appealed to Tyrone, and none of it had indicated that Tyrone liked dogs! Caleb shook his head as if to say, "I didn't know either." Nonetheless, Charles was happy to know that at least something appealed to Tyrone. He would willingly give himself to Tyrone if that was what the latter wanted, let alone the dog. Eager to please, Charles hurriedly offered, "Mr. Elkin, if you like the Dalmatian pup so much, I could give it to you. It's a pedigree, and it'll be quite the looker once it grows up."

It isn't dismissal time yet when Danteleon comes out of the schoolhouse. Keeping my glance at him, I sat down to whisper to Six, "Now's your chance!" I let go of the leash and he quickly passed through the legs of the walking people undistracted up to Danteleon. His bark catches the boy's attention in a blink and Danteleon sits down to caress Six. Corgis have extraordinarily cute butts to enthrall anyone's eyes. Danteleon holds the leash and that's when Six returns to me with Danteleon.

Tom furrows his tiny eyebrows together, staring at me with a serious look: “Alpha Damon. He is the bad guy. He was there when they attacked our pack.” My smile freezes on my face for the second time that day.