Dog Soldiers Novel Novels & Stories

Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank. The safety and security of my home and way of life are very important to me, so having those eight dogs roam the property every hour of the day helps with my men. Dal runs back to the backyard and then goes behind the house. I put my cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pocket for a lighter. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. There is a light breeze and the air is cool and crisp today. I've lived in New York my whole life, and I love it. I just wish this time of year wasn't so cold.

May the last man standing win. He got to a part of the large fence that was farthest away from the guards patrolling. They assumed no one would attempt to break in from there because that’s where the dog pens were, and they were right. The dogs were almost as large as some werewolves themselves, and feral, bred to kill and infused with black magic. A wolf was better off fighting wolves like himself than taking up Matteo’s hounds. But Caden wasn’t worried. The hounds knew him. He had played, fought, and fed them. They would never harm him. He just hoped they remembered his scent fast enough before ripping him apart first.

June seems to have passed out, as his body laid limp on top of mine. Just then a bunch of wolves burst into the clearing. Soon the alpha arrives, with an aura thick with fury and an irritated expression. Beside him was Isla. I suddenly knew it was her. She's behind all this, she's the stranger in my dream. “Cover them both and take them back to the village. The rest of you, sweep the perimeter!" the alpha barked, visibly angry. Two of the soldiers separate me from June and wrap us in a blanket. They lift us on the back of the other wolves. I caught a glimpse of Isla and saw her flash a grin which suddenly disappeared like it was never there.

Brody, Seungmin, Aisha, Felix, and IN were in the soldiers den waiting Jo to debrief them. The Rouges were loyal and followed Jo, but they were still rogues. They could think on their own, refuse his orders if they wished to die, and their wolves wanted nothing more than to snap the Astral Chains Jo had placed, forced even, around their necks to make them submit or be released from their human vessel. Until they find out the way to escape their chains, breaking them permanently, they were trapped there, having to do unspeakable things, bad things to sometimes innocent wolves.

I place a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering what little comfort I can amidst the chaos surrounding us. "Take your time," I urge, my voice softer now, but the urgency still evident. "Just breathe and tell me what you can." The soldier's eyes meet mine, a flicker of gratitude mixed with pain passing through his gaze. He takes a shallow breath, summoning the strength to recount the harrowing events that transpired within these walls. "A group of wolves... they stormed the safehouse," he manages to utter, his voice strained. "It... took them a while to break through, but they... they blasted the door. I don't know... how they knew the Queen was here."

Hopefully, her suspicion is wrong. "Dogs! The soldiers chasing us brought dogs," the panicked voice of Yassi when she replied to Flera. "Faster! We need to get away from this place. The dogs have a strong sense of smell so they will get here in a few moments." Yassi again grabbed one of Flera's hands and pulled her away from that area. Even though they were running fast, the chirping of dogs seemed to be getting closer to them now and accompanied by the footsteps of horses.

“Tell me, what brought you here?” Macholo’s voice was respectful as he replied. “We stole a high-value Mercedes-Benz S-Class. We transferred money from the victim’s phone, took some jewelry, and...” He hesitated for a moment. “We also took a dog.” The Don raised an eyebrow. “A dog?” He sounded like it was something he wasn’t expecting. “What kind?” “An Australian shepherd,” Macholo replied. “A well-kept one.” The Don’s interest deepened. He leaned forward, tapping his pipe lightly against the ashtray. “An Australian shepherd, you say? That's a fine breed. Loyal, intelligent.”

The bond with Kael and I suddenly became brighter, pushing us toward each other. His wolf had always been strong, feral, proud but mine… mine was a beast born of chains, of fire, of every scar that had been carved into me. And it wanted blood. A roar ripped from my throat, shaking the courtyard walls. Soldiers stumbled back, some tripping over themselves. Marcus’s smug expression faltered, I saw his confidence crack. Good, then I lunged. The first man in my path barely had time to scream before my fangs tore into his throat. Hot blood gushed out, spraying across the stones, and I whirled to the next. Claws raked, flesh split, and the air filled with shrieks.

Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal. I took a deep breath and held back my tears. From today onward, I would learn to live again. … Third Person's POV At that moment, back in Newmont, Lorenzo was experiencing the first real loss of control in his life. After Elena was taken to the police station by a passerby that day, the police quickly located the abductors. A SWAT team raided the abandoned warehouse and rescued Sofia, who had been tied to a pillar. When Sofia was rescued, she had only a few scratches on her body, but she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Day 21 : The dog Tag A day has passed since she heard from the commander that Sergeant Herrera was already gone, he is nowhere to found and no remains have shown, she hopes is still that one of this day they will find the Sergeant and he is being back again. Her hopes keep in her heart. It’s a long day to her without a food to taste to fill her empty stomach and less time of sleeping, she comes to run over the military trucks coming hoping that they have already found Sergeant Herrera. She falls to weaken every time there is no news about him there are times she froze a moment in a middle of the crowd and sees nothing all that she heard are the mournful of the wounded soldiers and the childr