Disney Faline Novels & Stories

“Why is Falynx coming here?!” The massive creature named Falynx, a colossal beast that had six pairs of wings but no legs. Its head was like a crocodile’s and its wings were that of a bat. Its body was covered in peach sand scales and some patches of brown hair. It was 70 metres in length and flew about 100 metres above the sand. The sand was still blown away as it flew over and casted a large shadow on the desert. “KRAAA!!” It shrieked loudly as it got closer.

She trusts me and for no good reason at all. “Are you an… animal too?” she asks, finally deciding to take a seat next to me as I reach out and scoop her up some stew. I chuckle at her question. “We are all a little more animal than we would like to be.” I offer her the bowl and she takes it. “My name is Falcon. And we are both werewolves.” She pauses and frowns for a moment. “Your name is Falcon…?” She seems oddly disappointed with my answer.

Looking at Paws' visibly confused face, it hit Dina that peregrine falcons were only a thing of Earth and not supposed to exist in a magical kingdom… or was it? ‘I’m not even sure. Anyways, any fast-flying beast will do, after all, Paws can change within a second so that’s good too.’ “Forget it, any flying beast will do.” With a nod, Feral watched on as Paws morphed into a brilliantly enormous albino golden eagle. Dina had never seen one and was awed by its beauty. Reaching out to caress Paws' head which was made easier when he bent down, Feral gave him a soft kiss and with a leap unto his back, patted his sticky feathers as he praised, “Good boy.”

Later in the evening, I went to pick up Grant, and he jumped for joy when he saw the sausage dog. He named the dog Neron. The next day at work, I met Faline in my office, and she was packing my things into boxes. "What are you doing here?" She turned around, facing me. She smiled at me. "I'm just helping you pack your stuff." She sat on my desk. "Didn't anyone tell you that you got fired? When you were too busy fucking your boss's son?" She smirked wickedly. "You're surprised, right?" she taunted.

"Speicer, Spanky, grab them," Zacarias's loud voice echoed throughout the yard followed by the barking of two dogs and the screeching of two girls. -I really don't know how you gave your dogs those names. You should be ashamed of yelling it all the time- Falcon passed by carrying a tray to the picnic table they were setting up at the chalet. -I don't want to hear that from you that you wanted to put Baner and Flapi on them- Zacarias complained going down the steps and receiving what his two huge and playful Golden Retrievers brought with them.

SHe wanted to call Phoebe so she could ask for his help. Falcone had a great love for animals. He kept many animals and made many places to live leisurely. He appointed proper trainers to train his horses , hunter dogs and wolves . Nandini had the responsibility of feeding all the animals according to their diet . One mistake and all the news went to Falcone .

“The others are smaller. Fastik helps us like horses do where you’re from. He plows the fields, hauls carts, guards the farm—he’s way better than any dog—and you can even ride him. Want to try?” “Oh, no! Thanks, but no thanks,” I refused instantly. “Riding a dinosaur wasn’t exactly on my bucket list! They were terrifying predators in their time.” “Well, in the wild, yes,” she chuckled. “But this breed is intelligent and easy to tame. They’re quite affectionate, too—especially when you scratch their backs. They can’t reach that spot with their claws, you see,” she explained, amused. I’d already been living with Alaya for several days, and she continued introducing me to her world. During the

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

Daphnie "Oh, my gosh!" Amber practically yelled, causing Ace to growl. Ace was a Belgian Malinois that Adam had military trained for me when we bought our house. From day one, Ace was protective over me, and now that I was pregnant, he wouldn't leave my side and trusted no one, not even poor Vader. I should've suspected something when I noticed his behavior changed; Ace wouldn't let Vader or any of our other dogs near me. If Adam were in a bad mood, Ace wouldn't let him be in the same room as me.

Or so I thought. What I wasn’t prepared for was the pack. Not just Rufio, Tinkerbell, and Zeus, but four more—each with a different gait, energy level, and attitude. A Frenchie named Waffles with the emotional stability of a gremlin. A golden retriever named Disco, who tried to lick every single stranger we passed. A senior dachshund named Pickles, who had his own stroller. Wasn’t the point of sending your dog on a walk for them to, oh, you know, WALK? But I reminded myself I didn’t know his medical history; maybe it was more about socialization and fresh air than literal exercise. And a wiry little mutt named Skipper who barked at fire hydrants like they owed him money.