Dog Bl Novels & Stories

“Tell me, what brought you here?” Macholo’s voice was respectful as he replied. “We stole a high-value Mercedes-Benz S-Class. We transferred money from the victim’s phone, took some jewelry, and...” He hesitated for a moment. “We also took a dog.” The Don raised an eyebrow. “A dog?” He sounded like it was something he wasn’t expecting. “What kind?” “An Australian shepherd,” Macholo replied. “A well-kept one.” The Don’s interest deepened. He leaned forward, tapping his pipe lightly against the ashtray. “An Australian shepherd, you say? That's a fine breed. Loyal, intelligent.”

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed

The dog, if you could even call it that, was enormous. Cerberos had a wide and stout body like that of a pit bull’s, except this body stood at least ten feet tall. The three, fear-invoking heads, rose a few feet higher. Its skin was completely hairless, the dark, leather-like material stretched taut over sinew, muscle, and bone. Teeth as long and sharp as daggers emerged as each of the heads pulled back its ugly black lips in a show of hatred. Each head reminded James of a decomposing Doberman; ears flat back in agitation, black pits for eyes. The middle head barked a low bass-filled roar.

Surprised at the dog actions, Alexandra lowered her arm to grab her blade. The dog raised its head and howled. Alexandra took her chance and muttered something name, his s blade blaring a white glow. The dog looked down and growled at her, it's spit stuck to Alexandra face. She felt his face burn, forest dog spit can be poisonous. She swung her arm up but she only scratch the dog on it's belly. It moved back, running to stand on top of the boulder Alexandra had leaned against before. It bare it's white and yellow teeth at Alexandra, growling but not attacking. For a second Alexandr found it weird, but images of Prea were still fresh in her mind and she felt angry. Angry at herself for puttin

It was here that she learned something of the dark burden of David’s family: Perhaps the most unique variation on the legend of the Black Dog isn’t actually a dog, but a giant black cat, of strange appearance, more commonly known as the Beast of Dunballan. Dunballan is one of the remotest and least visited towns in the Highlands. It’s also home to some of the strangest folklore of that area.

He takes a whistle and lets it resonate in a place of winding paths and giants body's over the ground. An enormous gray wolf appeared, and Elish rode it quickly, and soon they were flying in the sky. The gray wolf tracked the green dragon trail easily. Some minutes later, Elish finally was face to face with Ariet. Apparently, Ariet also wanted this meeting because there wasn't how a wolf could be faster than a dragon. Elish felt bad for his heart still stop a bit for Ariet beauty, the ebony skin, the long curly hair, the beautiful fox eyes with the lovely ghostly blue iris, and his big red lips.

Dog barked and went to them biting a black sock, he couldn’t fathom what they were because of his blindness, but the scent gave it all away. It was from a girl’s. Alas blew fake smoke in the air, staring at the black sock on Dog’s mouth. “And you know how I play, I make sure they’re dead before I leave them alone.” - “So, what’s your next plan, Blanche?” Misha asked, breaking the silence that emerged between them. Blanche massaged her temples and slumped down to the couch. “I don’t know.”

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Standing up, I race down escaping momentarily. I don't know for how long, my feet carries me, I see a clearing out front, jade green shines mystical. Racing through the clear field, I reach the middle, before I can take another step, my feet refuse to move, like an invisible hold am stuck. Pulling hard on my foot, I try to move but find it difficult. A huge shadow moves menacing towards me, trying hard to pull, lifting my feet with my arms trying desperately to run. The half moon shines illuminating the four legged breast, pitch black fur blended with the darkness, sharp fierce long canine reveled itself coated with saliva, the beast opened its mouth huffing out a ragged breath.

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.