Novel & Cerita Dog Man: An Epic Novel

“Yes...” “Which books?” The feral man queried, watching as she tugged at the collar. “Erm ... All books I guess ... I just pick one up and read it.” The princess mumbled, glancing down at Robert as he remained laid below the metal cage. She wondered why the large animal was silent, his blood-red eyes locked onto her as she spoke with the seemingly feral man. Dorian’s gaze shifted towards Robert, watching as the lion-like dog remained frozen on the carpet. He began to speak, his tone predatory as he continued to direct his words at the princess. “I’ve never seen him so scared, I wonder why ...”

"Better let me go, Logan. Let me claw this bitch." "No." He said it so firmly I tried to squirm out of his firm hold, but he's too muscular for me even to budge. "Logan, let me go!" It was too tight on me. The more I moved, the more he tightened his arm around me. And it is just one arm. "Yeah, Logan, keep that bitch in check." Said Mandy. "We wouldn't want a rabid bitch on the loose." I could feel Logan's hand clench into a fist when he reacted to Mandy's words. He snarls at her. If he doesn't do it, then I will.

The door opened easily. The place looked tidy. A dog started barking. And as it ran toward us, its bloody paw prints marked the white floor. "I’ll..." the man pulled out his phone but hesitated and stepped back. I waited for any movement. The silence was dry, sharp. Every step creaked. Every sound echoed. The dog, a German shepherd, barked nonstop, staring us down. "Maria Clara, I know you're here," I said, pretending to shut the door.

I knelt down beside Roe and smiled sweetly at the man. “Derzhis' podal'she ubiytsa!” (Stay away murderer) he screamed and kicked out with his leg. He caught my knee with his foot, which made me lose my balance and fall on my backside. Gunner growled and launched forward, but Doyle was faster and reefed the man away. He held his whole body off the ground and in the air in front of his face. Doyle’s face had morphed back into the half wolf again, and he roared ferociously at the terrified man.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

my breath trembled. Liam raised his chin, a growl tearing from his chest. His body convulsed, bones snapping, muscles bulging, fur exploding into midnight black. With a single leap, he became the Darkmane Alpha wolf. The crowd howled as the two titans collided. Claws clashed, fangs snapped, their roars shook the earth. Gregor slammed into Liam, pinning him down but Liam twisted, sinking his teeth deep into Gregor’s shoulder. Blood sprayed across the dirt.

The others charged into the demi god as he opened his right palm and stretched it out, flames burst out into the atmosphere, lingering into the dogs eliminating all of the wild beasts. He turned back to see what was happening at the room but he heard a loud growl from the gate and he stopped back as he saw a demon dog again but this time, more bigger or should I say like times ten of the ones he just faced. The dog walked in and roared loudly as it charged into Adrian. It ran rapidly and almost at the point of impact, Adrian lurged forward and slid through its belly, under its legs. As it widened its eyes in shock and couldn't turn back in time to reverse, Adrian had already stood up and gra

When the dog turned toward me, my legs felt like solid ice. It took one step toward me. I ran inside with everything I had. The dog chased me, tongue hanging out, like I was his next meal. I crashed into something solid. I looked up. Dorian. Without thinking, I jumped into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, climbing him like a rescue tree. His hands landed on my ass to steady me. I did not care. “It’s a dog. Big. Black. Mean. A Doberman. It wants to eat me.”

Christmas carols echoed from the banquet hall, but their melodies couldn't pass through the stone walls of the detention center. I was curled up in a corner of the silver cage. My diamond-studded dress that cost millions of dollars was torn up, and the burns on my skin that were caused by silver weapons were throbbing lightly. Three hours ago, I was still at the Silvermane pack's Christmas ball. Damien Londo, the strongest Alpha in the world, and the wolf whom I had loved for five years, dragged me out of the banquet hall in front of all the other wolves as if I were nothing but trash. He then threw me into the detention center.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.