Dog With The Human Face Novels & Stories

By the time I am done, and the wolf shifts back into its human form, they will have to identify it by using their dental records because their face will be torn to shreds. “I’d love to see you try to take my mate by force now, you fucking animal.”

“Because if so, I’d rather leave now.” My heart sank. This was exactly the kind of situation we had been hoping to avoid—a small misunderstanding threatening to unravel all the progress we had made. “No one is taking your dog,” I assured her, stepping forward. “But we do need to figure out a solution. You see, dogs can pick up werewolf scents, and it frightens them.” Just to prove my point, I held my hand out closer to the dog, who began to squirm and snarl in the woman’s arms. The woman gasped, taking a step back, and I quickly withdrew my hand. The dog instantly soothed again.

She’d fight. Just as she raised her needle, the beast lunged. A flash of snowy white burst through the shadows. For a split second, Aria thought this was the end. “Watch out!” The deep voice echoed behind her. Damian. She froze. In the next instant, the huge dog pounced—but instead of biting, it pinned her gently and began licking her face enthusiastically. Aria: “???” What was happening?! Light filtered through the trees, revealing the creature clearly—massive, fluffy, brilliant white—a Tibetan mastiff for sure, with striking blue eyes that had made it look monstrous. But its tail wagged wildly.

She didn't know why, but only two words came out of her mouth. -Good dog?- The animal wagged its tail from side to side in affirmation and Jade's face changed drastically, replacing the panic with a huge smile that made the wolf shake in shock. -It's you, good dog- Jade's arms wrapped around the animal's neck and she hugged him tightly. The wolf did not know how to react.

The dog keeps on barking again because it can still sense our presence, but his owner doesn’t care. “Shut up!” He shouted to his dog and he threw a pair of his slippers at his dog. The dog was hit on the head made the poor dog cry, and sat silently on the floor while looking at him. What is human behavior? He is not just cruel to Victor but also to his dog.

They rarely get close to the edge of the forest, where humans live. The dog was very obedient and followed behind the owner, but the dog's hunch forced him to turn his head to look at the bush again. The girl with the sexy body stepped out of the bush, and all around was the darkness. She doesn't have a piece of cloth on her. The white hair is up to shoulder length, but even more special is the pointed white ears. The dog went from a state of vigilance to a normal state of docility, as if it had learned something from the girl.

Instead of some terrifying creature, I come face to face with a familiar looking dog, it’s tongue hanging out of its mouth happily. “Y-You?” I stammer. “I thought you were dead!” He lets out a happy woof before jumping on to me.

Aurora. “Oh, I have no doubt that you would put up one hell of a fight” Doyle scoffed, “But we have a more pressing matter to attend to” he said with a sly smile. I don’t like this dog. He seems off. “Are you afraid?” I teased with a chuckle. I don’t know what possessed me to bait him. I guess I'm just used to playing with these dumb animals. He didn’t seem to appreciate it though. Doyle roared. He didn’t just let his canines extend, but his whole face began morphing into a wolf. His nose extended forward as his teeth grew, and his eyebrows increased in size and spread across to his ears, which had grown into furry points.

Its skin doesn't seem to be attached to the rest of its face. It's plopping away from its face like a ruined tapestry, and beneath the skin is possibly the strangest thing I have ever seen. A face. No, faces. Very human faces, all stitched up together, stuck to each other, like a strange bouquet of heads. The faces are all arranged like muscles, holding up the eyeballs, covered in muck. It's almost as though the beast is made of humans. Made up of other wolves. Then I remember its voice. How I thought it's just a deep tone, when in reality it's a cacophony of so many other voices.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! Beatrice abruptly attacked, slapping the woman across the face repeatedly. She was so harsh that the woman’s dog mask broke, only to reveal… a horrendous face of a beast. Her face was filled with fur, along with a few spots here and there. The woman didn’t look human but more of a leopard demon. Beatrice herself was stunned. She didn’t expect that she could slap the arrogant woman so many times, which indicated that the woman couldn’t dodge at all. This proved that these people didn’t deserve to handle the incantation or their treasures.