Dog Man Novels & Stories

She pulls her backpack and opens it. Her dog, is a small ball of fur, coiled in on itself in its dog bed. There are several toys scattered around her and it's clear to see how much Moni babies him. The dog blinks its small eyes open when Samantha draws near. His eyebrows are shaped like he's frowning perpetually, so Samantha doesn't know when it dawns on the Pomeranian that she is a stranger. He sits back on its paws and gives one, tiny bark.

‘Err, Hi General, er sorry to disturb you both, it's just, well, my friends and I were wondering’ Jack smiled encouragingly, ‘You want to know about the dogs?’ The young man sat down his face alight with interest, ‘So they are dogs?’ He asked and I turned my bright blue eyes to him and stood up shaking out my thick silky fur, ‘They are Wolf/Dogs, hybrids, half Wolf half German Shepherd, bred for their immense strength and incredible intelligence, I knew what was coming Jack loved to show off. ‘Would you guys like a demonstration? It would do them good to stretch their legs’

Would anyone else be able to save her? Fay was considering this when the insane dog came running. "Woof!" it said, opening its huge mouth to try to bite her arm. Fay let out an uncontrollable scream. At this crucial juncture, a man swiftly approached her and shielded her. She could only see his silhouette since he moved so quickly. He then grabbed a stone off the ground and gave the crazed dog a forceful blow to the head. The insane dog continued to bark after a loud impact. The man then struck it several more times. The crazed hound was dead inside this time.

The man frowned as if concentrating, then suddenly— He growled. A full, clear, canine growl. Logan’s soul nearly left his body. “What the actual—okay. Okay.” He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the man was still there, watching him expectantly. Logan swallowed. “So, you are the dog.” The man nodded enthusiastically. Then, as if realizing something, he suddenly sat up on his knees, raised both hands in front of him, and mimicked paws.

Then, without hesitation, he lowered himself beside my feet. I blinked. “You’re not scared of me?” The dog simply rested his head against my leg. A small smile appeared on my face before I could stop it. “You are strange.” “That dog doesn’t do that.” I looked up. A few wolves stood nearby, staring. The red-haired man, Rook, was among them. “What do you mean?” Rook walked closer, looking between me and the dog. “He doesn’t like strangers.” I looked down at the dog. “He came here by himself.”

The handgun skids across the floor as the man screams, his arm trapped inside the beast's jaws. I stare at it in utter disbelief. I can't breathe. The thing towering over him is covered in dark brown fur. A giant, menacing dog. Its shoulders are massive, its claws dig into the dusty floor, and its jaws are wrapped around the man's forearm as it shakes him with a force that sends his entire body twisting beneath it. The man's scream turns into a howl of pain as he splutters some curses. “You fuckin’ dog! Get off me!” he screeches but the dog doesn’t heed the pitiful request.

I skidded to a halt, dirt spraying under my heels, and spun around. At the edge of the treeline, where the manicured lawn began, Damian stood with his arms crossed. He wasn’t alone. Four massive Belgian Malinois dogs surrounded him, their bodies taut, their ears flat, their eyes locked on me like I was prey. Damian didn’t even hold leashes. He didn’t need to. The dogs were trained, silent, and utterly terrifying. Damian himself looked like something out of a nightmare and a wet dream all at once. Forty-five years old, six-foot-four of pure scarred muscle, wearing only a tight black t-shirt and cargo pants that strained against his thighs.

“What the hell have you done with my dog?!” Then I heard it, a weak, terrified whimper coming from the far side of the chamber. I ran toward the sound, legs burning, ignoring the sharp stab in my side. One of the iron-barred cells stood open. Inside, chained to the wall like a fucking animal, was a mad-looking man — wild eyes, matted hair, clothes torn and filthy. He was hunched over something on the ground. Wait… Peanuts! The man had his teeth sunk into my dog’s hind leg.

And only then did Alyssa see something she did not expect. Damien slowly bent down. He lifted one hand and gently stroked the dog's head. His action was simple but it was enough to make her stop. Her eyes widened. "Is that your dog?" Who would have thought, Atlas is really his dog? This man actually has a heart. She thought his brain was only filled with anger. He also knows how to take care of a dog. The man did not answer right away. He just quietly scratched the back of Atlas's neck, as if he was used to that routine for a long time.

Dressed like a gardener, he has a dog, a massive German with black and tan skin. "Get away from the wall," he demands. I swing myself down, and I make eye contact with Blanche. "Great day," she says. "Yes, it is," says the man with the dog. But, of course, they both know they're lying. I moved to Blanche's side of the car. I drop my hand behind my back and hold down the button, and not releasing my finger. The dog is watching me as if deciding which leg to eat first. His handler is also concerned with me and what sort of physical threat I might pose.