Dog God Novels & Stories

There was a hollow place in the prospector's belly, but he forced himself to ignore it. "I was sent by God, to assist with your mission, and to smite the Thraki down". "Define 'smite'". "To kill them". "Good. Who or what is God?" Jyro glanced around and took the plunge. "God is my description for that which created you". The Hoon compared the claim to data on hand. "There is no evidence to support what you say". Jyro felt a sudden surge of confidence. "And there is none to contradict what I say, either".

We’ve got demi-god friends, a goddess who gave birth to a werewolf after a throuple with a human and a goat-man, and that’s where you draw the line? Fair point. Gregory sighs. Still... why is he the big bad? Isn’t Christianity one of the newer religions? Yeah, but it’s also the most widespread. Belief = power when it comes to gods. So yeah—Lucifer’s the worst right now. Metaphysics later, Nathan snaps. What happened?

When Hun Zi said that, it was clear that he was not lying because if this man had lied, the insects would have reacted excessively by hurting him. "Then, do you know why the upper world sent you here?" That question made the young man fall silent, but he could feel a slight pinch if he dared to lie to Xiao Chen. So, with fear, Xiao Chen immediately got what he wanted from the man from the Red Star Sect without any trouble. And the thing that made Xiao Chen curious was answered by the Red Star Sect disciple. It turned out that they were looking for a figure called a god candidate, where the young figure who came would be assessed whether he was worthy of becoming the successor to the god or n

"What are you talking about, dog? You've just mistaken me for someone. I'm not Sabina. My name is Allena. Open your eyes and look at me carefully. I'm not the person you're calling Sabina. I'm Allena, okay?" Linux suddenly growled like a dog when he heard what I said. "I'm not a dog. I'm a wolf with demon blood," he growled at me then suddenly stopped as he thought about my last words. Frowning, he looked at me from head to toe then suddenly snorted. "You're right. You're not Sabina. Because Sabina has a beautiful face."

This is what Clurife must have meant by saying have fun with his dog. This was their only way of escape, their only way home. And standing in front of them growling relentlessly, was an unimaginable horror. A sight that only the dead should ever see. Cerberos. Guardian of the Underworld.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

But why would any wolves, aside from rogues, be fighting us? Any other wolf can sense our aura and knows not to fuck with the princess of werewolves. Kodi forces our body up and limps as she tries to rejoin the fight. Jax’s voice fills our head as he mind links her, “Don’t, Kodi, it’s a freaking three-headed monster dog. You can’t go against it.” I realize what it is and mutter, “Cerberus.” Kodi responds, “Cerb a what now?” “Cerberus, it’s a mythical dog. We must be in the underworld.”

They only recognized the God of War! Thomas did not just say those words to dog No. 2, but he had also said the same thing to many members of Twelve Golden Zodiacs before. They had been following Thomas only because they trusted him, the God of War. Thomas was the sun, the light, the mental support, and the ultimate faith for them! Dog No. 2 continued to gnash its teeth. It seemed that dogs were dogs, and they were indeed different from humans. No matter how great Thomas’ speech was, the dog still did not understand it.