Dog Man Novels & Stories

Plus, my doctor said my hormones were out of balance, and I needed a way to relieve the stress. However, I already had a wolfhound at home. Salem Tarr would definitely have taken issue with it. Sensing my hesitation, the vendor kicked the beastkin. "Get up and show the lady your muscles." The beastkin rose to his feet slowly. Chains bound his body, and he could only remove his black T-shirt with one hand, instantly revealing his lean, pale muscles. However, his skin was covered in bruises and scars.

“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 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.

She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Eden's eye. There, in the grass, was a small dog, a terrier of some sort, trotting along without a leash. Eden watched as the dog approached her, its tail wagging excitedly. As it drew closer, Eden noticed something peculiar – the dog's genitals were exposed, and it appeared to be in heat.

The man who came through it was not Nathan Cole. He was tall — not absurdly so, but enough that she registered it. Dark jacket, slightly damp at the shoulders from the rain. He was holding a very small, very chaotic terrier mix on a leash, and the dog immediately launched itself toward Mara with the unhinged enthusiasm of an animal that had never once in its life experienced disappointment. "Hey — Biscuit, no —" The man pulled back on the leash, barely. "Sorry, she does this. She thinks everyone is here specifically for her."

Red sneered, recovering his bravado as he looked her up and down. "Well," the girl said, her voice dripping with a dangerous, icy confidence that betrayed her young age. She pointed a small finger toward the far side of the park. "You see that massive guy over there by the bins? The one with the beard, the neck tattoos, and the massive Doberman?" Red and his minions glanced over. Sure enough, a mountain of a man in a leather jacket was sitting on a bench, a terrifying, muscular black dog sitting obediently at his feet.

The driver’s side door opened. The man who stepped out was tall. Dark hair, sharp jaw, the kind of face that belonged on a magazine cover or a wanted poster. He was wearing a suit that probably cost more than my car, and he looked at the damage, his pristine black sedan now sporting a crumpled fender, my own bumper hanging loose, with an expression that wasn’t fear or surprise. It was cold. “Following you?” His voice was low, calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s a dog. Big. Black. Mean. A Doberman. It wants to eat me.” I screamed, trying to climb higher on his chest. “Where are you trying to climb? Do I look like a tree?” His voice was sharp as he tightened his grip to keep balance, pulling a small moan from me. “He’s calm. Friendly. He has never attacked anyone… unless I give him the order,” he said reassuringly. I studied his face from this dangerous closeness. His breath. His scent. He was distracting enough to make me forget the dog. “I bet he just wanted to play with you.”

His figure flashed and he reappeared next to the Two-Tailed Gunner Dog and struck it cleanly on the head. *Bang* *Whelp* Along with a loud bang and a whelp of pain, the massive dog was sent flying back a few metres. “Fast and strong,” Dan nodded as he acknowledged Mane’s prowess. “But that is hardly enough,” Dan added. Sure enough, the dog was up in no time. It gazed at Mane with a bit of hesitation and wariness. It wasn’t smart, but it knew whom to pick a fight with. But soon a loud scream forced its way into its ears and its hesitation was washed away. All that was left was rage and malice, and that was directed at Mane.

he said as he turned to leave. "Ummm, Sir, could you please call your dog off?" Caine asked nervously. "Oh, yeah...hahaha...come on here Roofus," the man said to the growling dog. The dog did not seem to hear him and he continued to growl. with Caine locked dead in his sights. "Roofus I said come on now!" The man hollered over his shoulder as he was hurrying the other way. "SIR!" Caine hollered when the dog still did not relent.