Dog Sees God Novels & Stories

Chloe whispered in horror— “Why does he look like he eats people?” “He probably does,” Layla murmured absentmindedly, still staring. Titian finally stopped directly in front of her. The growling stopped instantly. Then unexpectedly— The massive dog lowered himself calmly at Layla’s feet. Titian nudged his giant head gently against her hand. The room fell silent,even Chloe stared in shock. Elias walked closer now, hands in his pockets. “He still remembers you.” Chloe looked scandalized. “Remember her? That thing looks like it guards the gates of hell.One wrong move and we’re all dead.”

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

Even through the thick glass, the force of her voice hit hard. The dog flinched, tail tucking immediately as it whimpered and backed away. Dogs are highly pack-oriented animals. They understand strength better than anything. Hayley's voice carried something primal, overwhelming, like a predator's roar echoing through the wild. The dog retreated behind the old man, cautious now, no longer daring to show its teeth. "Alright," the old man said, patting the dog gently before looking back at her. "Who sent you?" Hayley met his gaze without hesitation. "Ascendant Creed."

It would have been so easy to get off the dirt road in the shadows and wind up on some footpath, and then find ourselves out in the middle of nowhere, with no idea how to get back. But the scrawny little dog kept showing up, nudging us along, showing us the way. This is how far gone I was: in my zonked-out state, I wasn’t completely sure if I was alive and walking upright, or dead and lying in the dirt the next morning… but I was convinced of a couple of things beyond any doubt. One: Bob was God. As in the Creator of the Universe. He just looked like Santa Claus in a short-sleeve flannel shirt, that was all.

But why would any wolves, aside from rogues, be fighting us? Any other wolf can sense our aura and knows not to fuck with the princess of werewolves. Kodi forces our body up and limps as she tries to rejoin the fight. Jax’s voice fills our head as he mind links her, “Don’t, Kodi, it’s a freaking three-headed monster dog. You can’t go against it.” I realize what it is and mutter, “Cerberus.” Kodi responds, “Cerb a what now?” “Cerberus, it’s a mythical dog. We must be in the underworld.”

I just prayed to the Goddess that she and Devon were already moving, that the distance between the Pack House and this godforsaken church could be closed in heartbeats. I moved to follow them, my heart hammering against my ribs, but I didn't even make it to the threshold. Two shadows detached themselves from the darkness of the cave entrance. Their eyes didn't just glow; they burned with a jagged, hellish red—the mark of a rogue who had lost their soul to the bloodlust. Nadia’s dogs.

"The magical array was drawn the wrong way!" "Grandma taught me this spell when I was five years old," I explained calmly. "She told me that the best hunters present themselves as prey and will only retaliate at the right moment." Lysander lunged forward and tried to disrupt the ritual, but an invisible barrier knocked him back. He crashed into a stone pillar and spat out a mouthful of blood. When the final rune turned upside down, the ground in the middle of the room split apart. A scepter slowly rose from the crack in the ground. An image of a howling wolf was carved into the top of the scepter, and the rest of it was covered in ancient glyphs.

She pressed her nose against his leg. "She's consulting you now," Alexander said. "What's her advice?" Alexander looked at the dog. The dog looked at Alexander. Something passed between them—some communication that Elijah could not translate, some exchange in the language of people who had known each other for a short time and yet understood each other completely. "She says you should stop eavesdropping," Alexander said. "The dog did not say that." "The dog absolutely said that." "The dog is a dog. She doesn't have opinions about eavesdropping."

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."