Dobhar-chú Novels & Stories

"Anywho. The pain in the ass with curly red hair and freckles is Jordan Isla. He's a dobhar-chú." Jo raised a curious brow as she looked at Jordan. "What's a dob-chew?" Lian let out an airy snort as she leaned back in her chair. "Dobhar-chú. Imagine a wolf-otter hybrid .... cute little fucker with claws." "We call him otter boy," Trenton said with a serious tone, though I got the impression he was trying to joke around. The other woman who was with them crossed her arms over her chest as she appeared to be deep in thought. "What Selene and Fenrir did really does make perfect sense."

Elina was annoyed that Jessica always disappeared suddenly. “Sophia, do you mind?” “No, alright I'll do it.” Sophia said. "The food is in the cage. You take it easy, Choco is a good dog." Elina laughed, then excused herself. *** Sophia clutched her skirt as she stared at a doghouse 10 meters in front of her. Not far from the kennel, a Chow-chow type dog was sleeping with its tongue hanging out. Choco is no ordinary dog, he has a large body, his fur is thick and long, the thick fur on his head makes Choco look like a lion. It is certain that the money spent by the owner to buy and care for this dog is not small.

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

“Well she has a small face but not too small. It’s like Emma Watson’s face shape but a little constricting on the forehead.” “Lengthwise or crosswise?” “Crosswise.” She remains silent as she slightly strokes the paper effortlessly with her hand. “Did she have any mole or freckles on her face?” I shake my head, “No.” “How about her eyebrows? Were they thick? Bushy? Slim? Arched? Narrow?” “They’re average brows, not bushy and not highly arched.” “Like this?” She shows me and I was amazed at how quick she was able to draw an outline and the eyebrow almost seemed perfect with the image of this nameless woman in my head.

Then there were the two goblins and a bodach, sitting at the table nearby. A bodach is a nasty male fairy whose pastimes include stealing human children. This particular one was old-man-thin with sagging, jaundiced skin and bulging, cloudy, blue eyes. Eyes which he set on us with shocked glee. Conri started to growl and stepped forward while Tiernan pulled his sword, but I went between them, held up a hand, and blew harshly across my fingertips.