Dog Sees God Novels & Stories

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

Purposeful. And then, a sound that stops my heart. Woof! Barking. Deep, aggressive, booming barking. The sound bounces off the stone walls, amplifying, distorting until it sounds like a beast from hell. Dogs. Ciro’s dogs. He didn't just send men. He sent the hounds. Dobermans trained to track a scent across a burning city. Dobermans that know the smell of my fear because they lived in the same house with it.

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed

He had heard of a talking wolf before, but not a talking dog. The dog stepped back and sat down on its butt. “Glad that you’re looking okay. Did you see any auditory hallucination in your view? Because you fell down pretty hard on your head. I just want to make sure.” The only hallucination I’m having is seeing you being able to talk. Shawn monologued internally while he eyed the dog’s moving golden tail that brushed the tatami floor behind it. The dog is that of a Golden Retriever breed; a big breed of dogs with slightly thin nuzzles and lustrous golden coat. The dog in front of him has a coat that looks like it has been taken care of very well. Was the dog perhaps has an owner? If it does,

But that dog could crush Ardina's body very easily. It seemed that the giant dog was very tame to Asmodeus. The creature was very pleased when Asmodeus' hands started stroking his neck, he even lowered his head asking to be petted as well. "How are you, Orthos?" Asmodeus asked the giant dog which was none other than Orthos. The dog he found when he first came to hell. The Mormon king pick-up Asmodeus from earth to hell. And Arthos is his first friend in hell. Asmodeus nurtures it secretly.

“Is it because of your pride?” “No,” he whispered. “Because this is important to me.” “Why?” “Because I…” Chadwick stared at her. “I…to you, I…” “I?” “I…. a dog.” Adira tilted her head. A dog? Did Chadwick say that he is a dog? “You are what? A dog?” Chadwick gulped. Then using his eyes, he pointed the direction behind Adira. Slowly, Adira turned around. Then she saw a black American Pit Bull Terrier. The dog is wearing a red collar and chains, which means he accidentally got out from its owner’s gate.

Dog door? Was that a pet door?

Deus instantly went in high alert and growled loudly, warning everyone present there. "You are scaring my mate. She is your future Queen. If you want to live, all of you will bow down to her right now. Or so help me, I will kill you all" Deus roared. There was weight in his voice. The force his words has made every mad wolf bow down. For a second, I wonder how did these wolves, who were displaying violent savage behaviour just a second ago, suddenly became so disciplined to comply with his order.

Amberleigh had just assumed Leo would take her back to the penthouse following her private fitting, but she noticed they headed to midtown instead. Even though the open windows were wreaking havoc on her hair, she couldn’t help but stick her head out the window just a bit to feel the air on her face. Like a fucking dog, though canines were certainly onto something with their choice sexual position, (Amber couldn’t decide if her favorite was doggie style or reverse cowgirl). It wasn’t something talked about much at the club, but rumor had it a certain Goddess tended to use dogs in her performance, dogs and peanut butter. Enough said.