Dog Bl Novels & Stories

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.

Bala doesn't even let Roy kiss him! "People don't like this breed most of the time..." Roy responded composing himself from the shock and kneeling beside Mayra to pet his dog. Still, Bala was engrossed in Mayra's charms. He didn't give much attention to Roy, his best friend who he had seen after many days... "Why? All the breeds are the same... They all are loyal..." Mayra mumbled smiling at the little guy. Well, he was not very little by the way! He was a gigantic pitbull having muscles all over his body. Just a growl from him can make people tremble in their tracks but not Mayra, she wasn't afraid of him.

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

Dylan's widened eyes went from Theo who blinked like he had just found out their deepest secret, to the husky, then to Theo again, and then back to the husky. No freaking way. "Dylan, calm down, let's not draw anymore attention and I'll... I'll explain." Dylan blinked confusedly. "Oh, you sure do have a lot of explaining to do, you have a dog?! A Siberian husky to be exact and you never once brought it up?!"

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Some of their neighbors are saying that Bullet is not a dog, but a wolf. He feels scared because their neighbors are saying that Bullet needs to be taken away from them, but he begged Amara to do something. Luckily, she agreed. Darson and Amara helped so Bullet can be check by veterinarian, and the doctor confirmed that he was not wolf. Bullet is a Siberian Husky mixed with the Labrador breed. "Arman, I have to tell you something." Kyle said out of nowhere. He sounded so sad, and Arman got confused. "Is there a problem?" Arman asked.

She looks toward the door behind her, the dogs and cats cry. Being lead to the back she looks around at the dogs first, seeing all kinds of breeds she stops at a dog that laid down on his bed, looking at his chart she smiles, “bluetick bloodhound mix..interesting. Cmon boy, come.” Squatting she smiles, “I like you.” She says as he comes over, licking her fingers.

Boo catapulted out of nowhere, down the dock and I threw myself in front of Landry. “They are fine,” I assured him. Sensing what often happened, between Bri and the dog. I didn’t want Landry to overreact. “Boo just wants her orders,” I told him his eyes observing Bri stoop to the ground, cupping her face. Eyes intent on each other she kissed the dog's snout before Boo licked her once and ran to sit at the front door. Our last line of defense, a Catahoula cur.

After a moment, the dog got up and moved toward the door, his head low and the fur on his neck standing up. Frowning, Blake glanced at the other three, who were deeply engrossed in the movie. He returned his attention to Bear, who continued to act strangely. The dog had just let out a low growl when Blake saw a shadow cross the drapes shrouding the sliders. Rising quietly, he left the room, returning within moments with a shotgun at his side.