Dog Man Novels & Stories

“Damian stood in front of him with the in his hands as he drew circles on his thigh.. Fear flashed through his eyes but it was replaced with arrogance because he felt Damian wouldn't be able to kill him because he needed answers from him but of course Damian was about to prove him wrong when he swiftly began peeling off flesh on his thigh.. The man groaned in pain but still decided to stand his ground.. Damian peeled off a large amount of flesh and showed it to him with a smile plastered on his face.. “My babies must be hungry..” By babies he meant his pit bulls, wolfdogs and Caucasian Ovcharkas..

“Damian stood in front of him with the in his hands as he drew circles on his thigh.. Fear flashed through his eyes but it was replaced with arrogance because he felt Damian wouldn't be able to kill him because he needed answers from him but of course Damian was about to prove him wrong when he swiftly began peeling off flesh on his thigh.. The man groaned in pain but still decided to stand his ground.. Damian peeled off a large amount of flesh and showed it to him with a smile plastered on his face.. “My babies must be hungry..” By babies he meant his pit bulls, wolfdogs and Caucasian Ovcharkas..

I had a twin sister, and she was married. I was off in the clouds thinking to myself when suddenly I heard the open doorbell alarm go "ding dong" signaling another customer walking through. Smiling awkwardly, I said a hurry. “Hello, welcome. Come in.” to a plus sized man who was carrying what was most likely a restless pitbull. "Hey there, you're here for the....” I said calmly to the dog. The man was quite annoyed and his dog restless. “This fucking dog is pissing me off so much! She hasn't stopped whining and panting.” He complained.

An animal! There was something right in the middle of stage with Sapphire blue fur looking as cool as cotton that resonated a faint glow, it looked like a big gigantic dog but somehow dogs weren't this furry. It was three times as large as a normal dog would be. "Dion just needed a stretch" the dog like animal could even talk. It seems none of them had noticed me come in. With shaky cold hand, I felt my pocket for my phone and took a picture, my heart was on my tongue but I needed proof that I wasn't hallucinating.

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

“Well done, Macholo. You’ve handled today well. Now, where’s the dog? I want to see this new... asset.” Macholo turned to the door, giving a sharp whistle. Another Mafia member entered, leading the Australian shepherd on a leash. The dog looked clean, with beautiful black, white, and tan fur. The Don stood, walking over to the dog, who didn’t flinch as he approached. “Beautiful,” The Don muttered. “This one will serve us well.” He looked back at Macholo. “You did good today. But remember; stay cautious. The more success we have, the more attention we attract.”

"Stay out of it. Didn't you hear what Mr. Nabb said? This woman must know them. "Besides, that dog belongs to Ms. White. It should be fine." "But… she's losing a lot of blood…" The kind-hearted guard still looked uneasy. His face grew increasingly tense as he watched the pool of blood spreading beneath me. Peter merely glanced down and scoffed. "She's faking it. Everyone knows there are big dogs in this neighborhood. A real pregnant woman wouldn't be wandering around here." His words sent shockwaves through me, and my mind couldn't stay calm. Hunter was the one who introduced me to this place.

‘Of course, when I found it… he looked from a wealthy family, he also looks expensive with his pure white fur… of course, he’s not something to be easily abandoned like me…’ Serene couldn’t stop her thoughts, but immediately shook her head. She cleared her throat and looked directly into the man’s eyes. "And what or where is your proof that you're telling the truth?” She asked, she kept her voice as straight as possible. “I saw that dog near the trash, and it was full of wounds. So, your boss hurt that dog?" Serene asked the man seriously. Clever and the man immediately looked at each other and gulped; they knew they were both in trouble. The man was ready to speak when Clever suddenly stopp

The scent of antiseptic on me seemed to calm it. I expertly soothed the dog, snipped the fur around the wound, cleaned it, sutured it, and bandaged it. "There, all better," I said, stroking the Doberman's head. It licked my hand gently. "Looks like Zeus likes you. That's a first." A deep, magnetic male voice came from the doorway. I stood up and saw a tall man. He wore a dark grey trench coat, his shoulders damp with rain. He had messy brown curls, and his features were strong and handsome, but his most striking feature was his eyes—as green as an Irish forest after a storm.

Everyone knows I'm Sinead Powell's most loyal dog. I take bullets for her during the day and share her bed at night. In the past ten years, I've never once crossed the line. But on the day Sinead secures the western coast partnership deal, I kneel in the Powell family chapel and formally ask to leave. Sinead's grandfather, Gregory Powell, stares at me with an intimidating gaze. "Are you sure you want to leave the Powell family?" I prostrate myself and press my forehead to the ground. "Please grant my request, Mr. Powell." I came from a reclusive family that specializes in combat arts. When my father was falsely accused and sent to prison, Gregory's wife, May Powell, has stepped in and s