Dog Man Novels & Stories

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.

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against my cold face, and delivered his final, crushing sentence in a low whisper. "Who do you think you are? You're not a god, Danny. You're just a dog."

Something underneath that made her nostrils flare and her pulse stumble in a way it never did. "We're closed," she said. He stepped forward. The door swung shut behind him. He was young. Her age. Dark hair matted with something that glistened black under the fluorescents. His jacket clung to his shoulders, soaked through. His hands were red to the wrists. He was holding a dog. A shepherd mix, maybe. Hard to tell through the matted fur, the swollen eye, the chest moving in short, wet gasps that Luan recognized as the body's last argument against death.

the old woman explained. “Okay, I'll file a report. Is there anything else?" “I’m scared to go home! I think he has bad intentions toward me. Now that my dogs are dead, I have no one to protect me,” she said, her voice cracking as if she were about to cry. “Would you feel better if you had a dog? I'll lend you mine. What is your address?" "No! That strange man will just kill your dog too!” the woman cried. "He won't. My dog is a wolf cub—no ordinary dog. He’s good to kind people, but he can stand up for himself. You don't need to worry,” Drex assured her.

***************** Dracula had met one of the dogman's the previous day and asked for their help in the search of the one who had interrupted their ritual and ran with the entity. It was sunny and the clouds were like white cotton candies in the sky, meaning Dracula would fry to death if he had dared to step foot out. "Darn you, Azel!" He cursed and watched as the dogman rushed out of his house, stopping every now and then to sniff the ground. Three hours gone and the dogman returned with his tongue hanging out and his eyes as red as a Ruby gemstone. "I found something." He spoke, transforming back into a man with black hair and no clothes. "Hop on my back."

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

I have no idea if they do or not; besides we owned the whole damn condo the mutt could run up and down stairs for all I care. She went back to reading and muttering under her breath. Why didn't I answer the damn door? That way I could've hidden the paperwork and she wouldn't know anything about the damn dog until he started growing in a few months. Then I could've played the put upon consumer who'd been duped, damn. "A Tibetan mastiff, a guard dog." Damn did they put everything in there, what the fuck? "Talon why do I need a dog that can fight off wolves and leopards in the Himalayas?"

I just saw a dog change from being a dog to being a fucking human a naked human to be precise. Suddenly all the dogs started changing and I was standing in front of a bunch of naked men. One started making his way towards me. "State your name and rank." "I-uh Andrea? I ran in high school and got 7th place does it count?" That's when he started sniffing the air. Do I stink or something. " She's human." he says while looking at the other men. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled, he literally growled at me.

The man, Darius Coombs, offers me his hand, and I glance at my friends, then the dog, who takes one look at me then launches himself at me like I'm an old friend. There's absolutely no menace or aggression in him whatsoever and even if there had been, he's only half the size of the creature that chased me. Darius doesn't attempt to restrain the dog as it throws itself at me over and over, rubbing its body against me and licking my hands, he just stares as though he can't believe what he's seeing.

"I wish people wouldn't chain up their dogs like that. We walked over to the dog, and I crouched down to get a better look at it. It was a small, fluffy dog, with big brown eyes and a pink tongue hanging out of its mouth. The dog continued to bark, but as I got closer, its barking turned to whimpering. Suddenly, the shop door burst open and a man came out, his face red with anger. "What the heck are you doing?" he shouted, storming over to us.