Dog Bl Novels & Stories

They said, live like you only live once, and that's what she's doing right now. Today, Delorah feels exceptionally good. Her body is light and she doesn't feel suffocation even she runs around. She played with the maids and her grandma watches her while staying under the shed of a big umbrella. Her grandma owns a high-breed black Tibetan Mastiff. This kind of rare dog is known to be monogamous when it comes to the master. It will only recognize one owner for the entire life. But oddly, the dog is gentle and close to Delorah.

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against my cold face, and delivered his final, crushing sentence in a low whisper. "Who do you think you are? You're not a god, Danny. You're just a dog."

The devil refused to come apart. "Is there a reason?" I raised a brow. He cleared his throat, standing erect, and said, "There's news that his side of Blood canine is being ambushed." My second brow went up. "And he's there all alone?" Something told me he wasn't accounting for everything, which wasn't something to worry about. "He says he can handle it; this is all I am allowed to say." And that was all I would get from him no matter how hard I pushed, which I wouldn't do anyway.

"Do you wanna know what's going on or nah?" I gathered my senses and puffed a loud breath before following his steps downstairs. My eyes widened when we reached the wide, big underground and my jaw dropped when I saw a huge cage in the corner with thick steel bars. It was like a giant's white cage and there was a huge, brown dog inside, bigger than the usual dogs. It looked like a Siberian husky but bigger, as in bigger... like a monster, no! more on like a freaking werewolf! I stepped background as the dog howled so loud.

Grace asked. "I'm not a Dog!" A childish voice sounded in the room. "Detective, I think the dog just spoke!" Blade looked at the dog in his arms in amazement without noticing the strange eyes of everyone looking at him. "It's been a long time but I didn't expect that demon dogs still exist" He muttered as if he just found something that impressed him. "I'm not a Demon Dog!" The Childish voice sounded again as if crying. "Stop it!" Ottiline's annoyed voice sounded as Blade looked up at her.

She’d fight. Just as she raised her needle, the beast lunged. A flash of snowy white burst through the shadows. For a split second, Aria thought this was the end. “Watch out!” The deep voice echoed behind her. Damian. She froze. In the next instant, the huge dog pounced—but instead of biting, it pinned her gently and began licking her face enthusiastically. Aria: “???” What was happening?! Light filtered through the trees, revealing the creature clearly—massive, fluffy, brilliant white—a Tibetan mastiff for sure, with striking blue eyes that had made it look monstrous. But its tail wagged wildly.

" What the hell is it?" She gasps and starts running towards the exit. But her attention goes to the dog, black as darkness, like a blackhole, Its eyes are golden. She can't help but feel bad to leave it alone after it starts fighting. " Is it a dog? Vampire type of dog?" She wonders while peeking through the bush. But she pauses when the dog is done fighting. All the bats disappear in the bush. But the dog falls on its knees, as it's bleeding profusely.

Kye says and I can tell the others know nothing about it. "Who's Diablo?" Wren asks. "Red. My uncle's other dog that's not as sweet as Axel. He doesn't like people at all but he's a good sniffer," Kye says. The last time I saw Red, also known as old Diablo, was two years ago when Kye's uncle had lost one of his cows at his farm. Someone had stolen it and the look on Red's face when he spotted the thief and whatever he did to that man made me understand why they nicknamed him "Diablo", Spanish for "Devil". The dog is ruthless, Kye always says the dog is a psycho but he's perfectly normal if you ask me, kind of. He's a black pitbull that rarely wags its tail. Red eyes, pointy ears and a rude f

kept coming . Blondie growled and strained against her leash, hackles raised, and suddenly she exploded forward, dragging Glee down and breaking away, leaping, sinking teeth into Salt’s side. The huge Indian man grunted and reeled, his flesh ripping in the German shepherd’s jaws. He twisted loose somehow and cocked his weight back, pushing off and kicking with all his might. The savage punt connected with Blondie’s ribcage and catapulted her, actually hurling the old dog against the massive tree trunk. Blondie flailed and let out a terrible shrieking squeal, bounced once, her body landing heavily on the knotty roots beneath the cottonwood. She continued to yelp in anguish.

Theresa DeLania lived in a quaint two bedroom town house. She never locked her door because of the neighborhood, everyone trusted each other, which made what Brent had to do all the easier. He didn't think that Theresa was married or involved with anybody, but he did know that she lived with Saber. Saber was an Alaskan Malamute, she brought him in a couple months ago to get fixed. As Brent neared the door he kept an eye out for Saber, one thing he knew was that dogs were unpredictable. He needed to lure Saber outside so he pulled out a whistle designed for dogs.