Dog Novel Novels & Stories

These are two huge dogs, they look extremely vicious, and they are specially used by the factory to watch the door. Seeing that the dog pounced on Arielle, Leonard Grey quickly pulled Arielle behind him, and the dog jumped on Leonard Grey at once, opened its bloody mouth, and bit him, and it was about to bite his face. Leonard Grey stretched out his arm to block, and the dog bit his arm in one bite. He raised his other hand and punched the dog, which immediately let go. But Leonard Grey also had a row of tooth marks on his arm, and blood immediately flowed. He kicked another dog to the ground with one foot.

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

He wasn't able to protect her, to save her. He deserves to die. " Nooooooo!!!!" Volkan screams. Struggling to move forward. When a bloodhound leaps on him. Pinning him under. His dark red eyes, looking at Volkan with hunger. And he snarls to root his canines into Volkan's neck. When two dagger whooshed past, cutting the air. With the first hitting Elora's shoulder and the other hits the bloodhounds back. Making Elora to curse, holding her bloody arm while the bloodhound to roll over.

I stood up, adjusting my cufflinks, ready to see the name Caleb in black and white. [ANALYSIS COMPLETE] [SUBJECT ID: CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS] [BREED: GOLDEN RETRIEVER] [MATCH PROBABILITY: 99.8%] I stared at the screen. My brain, usually a precision instrument, stalled. "What is this?" I hissed, the coldness in my voice replaced by a rare, jagged confusion. "Sir," Dr. Aris said, sounding equally bewildered. "The DNA sample... it’s not human. It’s canine. Specifically, it appears to belong to a very healthy, three-year-old Golden Retriever."

’ The little dog looked around, eyed Murad rather suspiciously, then spied Irene and trotted towards her. ‘She’s a Bichon Frise. They used to be favourites of French Royalty, trust Olivia,’ he said wryly. ‘But they’re a gentle, cheerful, non-hair-shedding breed. She’s about nine months old and well trained.’ Josie sat down in front of Irene and looked up at her out of beautiful melting brown eyes—eyes that would melt a heart of stone. ‘But—but how come?’ Irene had difficulty with her voice as she raised her eyes to his. ‘I don’t understand.’

To stop them from doing so, alI immediately find a way to speak and stop them. I took my hands off at his grip and then chuckled a little. "I'll go there alone. You should stay here…" He groaned and pulled me a little. "Aren't you going to defend me?" I chuckled lightly. "No." Ares' pouted his lips and then sneered. He went back to his chair as I strode towards the door. But before leaving entirely, I closed it a little but my head is still inside. "By the way, my dog's breed isn't Siberian husky, German Shepherd or a Golden Retriever. He's an American Pit Bull!"

"Quick! Do a quick search! I want to know who had hurt my Howling Celestial Dog." He was furious when he smelled the scent of chili powder on the Howling Celestial Dog. Even though the Howling Celestial Dog was not a godly beast, it was an enchanted dog. It had been with him for thousands of years; it was always brave and had never let him down. Yang Jian could not bear it when he saw his loyal dog harmed by mere chili powder. As the saying went—watch out for its owner when you hit a dog. Yang Jian felt he was humiliated that someone had dared to hurt his dog.

I start walking again and he follows me. – How long are you going to hide like a mouse? You have a name in every country, a fingerprint in every database,” he whispers. In the kitchen, her dog is slumped on the carpet. It was supposed to be a Belgian shepherd ten years ago, but the animal is too old. Virtually deteriorates. "Like a ghost", I suggest. "Like a coward," he corrects.

I asked as I looked at the brown dog. Lupa giggled as the brown dog looked at me with what I swore was disgust. Hey, it's not my fault that doodles have become a fad. "A Chesapeake Bay Retriever. They're a hunting dog similar to a lab, but cooler. So, where'd you find him?" Damian answered my question and repeated his own.

Max closed the door as it started to rain again—and Alex stood transfiXed. ‘A dog?’ she said incredulously then, and sat down unexpectedly. Max nodded and looked at her dryly. ‘What did you expect?’ ‘I—I don’t know,’ she stammered, ‘but not this.’ The little dog looked around, eyed Max rather suspiciously, then spied Alex and trotted towards her. ‘She’s a Bichon Frise. They used to be favourites of French Royalty, trust Olivia,’ he said wryly. ‘But they’re a gentle, cheerful, non-hair- shedding breed. She’s about nine months old and well trained.’