Dog Days Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Rohan wiped his mouth, his eyes blazing, but he froze as we both turned to the figure who’d intervened. He stood tall, red mahogany hair catching the dim light of Rohan’s beta flashlight, blue eyes cold and piercing. I knew him instantly—Dayton Storm, Alpha of the Black Fang pack. My pulse quickened, suspicion coiling in my gut. “What the hell are you doing here, Dayton?” I demanded, my voice rough, my fists still clenched. Dayton’s gaze flicked between us, calm but unyielding, his Alpha presence a steady weight in the room.

Chapter 1 Rage blazed in her eyes like a furious river as she stared at them. Her anger knew no bounds as she inhaled the air, tainted with the horrid stench of betrayal. Their eyes held no remorse for their treachery; they gazed at her with mocking glares that felt as though they could peel the skin from her body with scorching lava. Her wolf growled fiercely, her pure white eyes gleaming brighter in the darkness. She dared them to come closer, knowing they wouldn't, for they understood the consequences. Diana, though soft and gentle, wouldn't hesitate to tear anyone apart, especially when they threatened her mate.

"I mean it." "I know." She turns, kisses me properly. "I love you too." --- The dogs get old. Not dramatically — just slower. Orwell's muzzle is gray. Pippin sleeps more than he plays. They still chase each other, still beg for food, still curl up together at night. "We're going to lose them," Celeste says. "Eventually." "That's not comforting." "It's not supposed to be. It's supposed to be true." --- Mireille calls in September.

I even added a video of Bingo's traumatized behavior. "Sierra Goldman, a nurse at Selome Hospital's cardiothoracic surgery department, used her position at work to have an affair with my ex-fiance, Dr. Zachary Yandon. Indignant at being the mistress, she stole my dog in revenge and tortured him with a shock collar that was perpetually on the highest setting. "Ms. Goldman, you're more than welcome to a scumbag like him!" With a tap, I uploaded the post. Almost immediately, Zachary started calling me like crazy.

Thank you’ to the Moon Goddess again and again. I never felt so relieved in my life. “Babe, I stink. Stop licking and kissing me, kitten,” Jax had said while chuckling. “Don’t care,” I had mumbled that time and had continued to devour him inspite of his protests. He was my mate and I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do to show my love to him. “Oh ! Look who’s awake ! Our pet dog finally woke up !!” Dy had commented as he came barging in with the other sextuplets.

The man is hot no matter how you dress him. Stress shows around his eyes and I stop delaying. At my nod, he takes my hand and gives it a firm squeeze. With him beside me, I know I can do this. Two Dogs is lying outside the door and I almost trip over him. I lean down and scratch his head. I glance at Moon. “It was a dirty trick to close him in the room with me.” He gives me a tender smile. “I was desperate. The damn goat was next.”

Daxon moved his gaze to the jars with the fireflies trapped in them making Hazel to follow his sight. "Do you know why these fireflies are seven hundred and thirty six?" he asked her without looking at her. "N-no." Hazel denied not knowing the answer of his question. "Because seven hundred and thirty six are the number of days I have spent without my mate." he said to her coldly making her stunned. So that means he is trapping a firefly daily to count the days of being alone and his mate being away from him? Does he love his mate that much? "Trapping them daily makes me realize from how much pain I'm going through without my mate, every single day." Daxon seethed out a angrily and fists agai

It makes me sad that my best friend had such a bad experience from her mate, but I am hoping today I can resolve that for her and I hope to give her a second chance at true happiness. When I woke up, Damon was already awake and in the shower, but the bed was still warm, so I knew he hadn’t been up long, just as I am stretching I hear the bathroom door open and out walks my sexy, tall and handsome husband, just looking at him makes my mouth water but no time to play right now as he tells me the Warriors at the Gates to the park have already started to let other wolves from the other packs in.

I woke up hours later and after taking a piss, I went to the living and caught Olddog with a laptop, he was so engrossed in what he was doing and he didn't even notice my presence until I fake a cough "what the hell are you doing here and why are you fucking awake?, you need rest, so go get some" he ordered "look, I'm not your child neither am I your apprentice, let's say I'm your business partner and we are in this together so you better start dropping meaningful details rather than ordering me around like a child" I fired at him he sighed and relaxed his back on the couch, I sat by his side and stared at the screen, all I saw were different maps and pictures of Clara

“Tonight.” Her pupils flared, then steadied as she bit down on her lip. “In return, I'll give whatever you ask. Even if you ask me to kneel and beg.” She tsked as if her eyes weren't already fighting some tears. “I thought masters don't beg their pets. Don't act unlike yourself, Dayrian.” “I strongly hoped that my wicked words would work, but you ended up hurting yourself.” I glanced at the little wound on her arm and I sighed while my feet finally touched the rooftop of the TI building.