Dog Bl Novels & Stories

" 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.

From their conversation, Bone seemed to be Mitbahl's pet. So...Bone wouldn't have met some unfortunate fate at the hands of Misoup, would he? "Bone is my precious little darling..." Mitbahl's eyes welled up with tears. "I sleep with it in my arms every night. Without it, I can't fall asleep!" Diana asked, "So... Bone is the name of your pet dog?" "No," Mitbahl shook his head with a woeful expression. "Ma'am, can't you tell from the name? Bone is obviously a piece of bone!"

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

“This has got to be them.” Chief Hayes looked at the sheriff and then looked over to me. “Any evidence to suggest that this was not the work of an animal?” I looked at the limp and flabby pile of bloody sinew that used to be Principal Graham. “Witness across the street described the assailant as a large black dog,” I said. “But I’ve never heard of a dog doing anything like this. Not this bad, anyway.” “You’d be surprised how vicious some breeds can get,” said the DNR guy. He didn’t look much older than James. I didn’t recognize him, but a lot of those guys live in the country.

He huffs happily and sits on the sheets next to me. I see that he's a big dog. A Great Dane. Pfft. Really? Dane owns a Great Dane? Wow. This one has white fur with black spots here and there. He seems to be young still. Maybe four or five. There's only one place that's this big, and logically I could have ended up in. Dane's house. There's no real other possibility. "Can you help me get out of here?" I ask the dog. He wags his tail and huffs happily. He leans down to attack my face again, but I put my hand between us. He just licks my hand. I notice his collar and see a metal tag with a name.

Just when she was about to take a bite, a large black shadow came barging into the basement. It was Josiah's pet dog, a Tibetan Mastiff, and because Meredith was scared of dogs, Josiah had his dog kept in the backyard and was looked after by Yena. The dog barked excitedly as it rushed toward Meredith. Meredith, on the other hand, was terrified at the sight of the large dog and shrieked in horror as she retreated to a corner. The large-sized Tibetan Mastiff was agile as it leaped onto Meredith and bit her arm. Meredith was instantly drowned in waves of piercing pain and feelings of horror.

An excruciating pain made him step back, distancing himself from Adrian. "Who is it?" Noah shouted, looking in the direction from which the light came. There, a big black dog was leisurely approaching. The dog was approximately human-sized, and it sported a small white spot on its forehead. A faint blue light was emanating from the white spot. Obviously, the light had come from there. "What is that?"

I have no idea if they do or not; besides we owned the whole damn condo the mutt could run up and down stairs for all I care. She went back to reading and muttering under her breath. Why didn't I answer the damn door? That way I could've hidden the paperwork and she wouldn't know anything about the damn dog until he started growing in a few months. Then I could've played the put upon consumer who'd been duped, damn. "A Tibetan mastiff, a guard dog." Damn did they put everything in there, what the fuck? "Talon why do I need a dog that can fight off wolves and leopards in the Himalayas?"