Dog Bl Novels & Stories

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.

Blanche replied in a sarcastic way that made Alas change what he thought of her at that exact time. "What?" he protested. "It's not like he didn't like it!" A cough from the entrance of the common area interrupted their raging bickering. Alas turned around and saw a man dressed in a black jacket and pants bowed his head on him. "The car's ready, boss." Alas just gave out a hand signal for the man to go, he pulled out a wide wooden drawer and Blanche saw the neat and organized leashes of Dog, they were tucked inside like trophies, and out of all the varieties of leashes, he chose a leather collar plated with gold rivets with a small round keychain that has a picture of Dog in his fangs and hi

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.

It was really a lazy cat. With the help of the natural treasures of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, Blackie, the Three-headed Heavenly Hound, had finally fully matured. It had its bloodline completely activated and mastered the magical power of its origin. It could finally shrink its body and turn it into a normal puppy. It could also turn its three heads into one. Blackie didn't look as ferocious as it used to. Instead, it was furry, lovely, and cute. It had become the most popular pet in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. It had completely replaced Evil Moon, who had become fat, and became popular.

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.

If only Bradon was here, I will probably be dragged back to the mansion and punished but he wouldn’t actually kill me but if that shadowy thing was a tiger or a beast of some sort then I really might end up dead for real this time. A growl answered my call for Bradon, and I immediately knew that the figure hiding in the shadow wasn’t human. Instinctively, I took a few steps back. At that same moment, the unknown beast approached me, and I could see it clearly as it stepped out of the shadows. I gasped when I saw that it was a dog and not a very cute version of one. “Oh…” I murmured as my eyes widened. The dog was black, large, and its fangs looked so big as it continued growling at me. I had