Dog With The Human Face Novels & Stories

I do not see him at the moment. But I could definitely sense him. He resurfaces over the ripples of the water. The wolf head was cute, Until the man dives down again. The God's most sculpted face appears back from the surface of the water. His dark brown hair and grey eyes resembling his wolf. 'Mate...mate...mate...' My wolf has been chanting and moaning in my head. But I was too. His face alone was enticing me as a human. He swims closer and closer, and closer.

The dogs’ growls began to soften, their eyes curious. Alessia extended her hand cautiously, allowing them to sniff her scent. Minutes turned into what felt like an eternity as Alessia patiently interacted with the dogs, slowly earning their trust. She used gentle strokes and soothing words to convey her intentions. Eventually, the fierce facade melted away, and the dogs wagged their tails, licking Alessia’s hand. She had won them over. Logan, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but be impressed by Alessia’s determination and ability to connect with the animals.

His words were ice-cold, but I smiled anyway. "Why didn’t you go ahead and bite me? I thought you were really going to do it." "Show up in front of me covered in blood again and I'd do it, since you want it so badly," he said, and I chuckled. "Your dog is really so cute," I grinned, but it was a lie. The dog was far from being cute. It looked like it had crawled out of a horror movie, with its jet-black fur, unblurred glowing eyes, and a face only its owner could love.

“Meow, your master is finally back. Quick, come over here. I’ll take you to him.” In the blink of an eye, both the man and dog came to a halt in front of Myra and Tony. Similarly, the man looked handsome, but compared to Tony, he had an air of unruliness toward him. He obviously looked like a hippy from a rich family living in defiance of conventions. However, Myra was not paying attention to the man; instead, she was focused… on the dog. The Samoyed was large and fat with clean fur. The man led it in front of Tony and it lifted its front paws to lean against its owner. Its tongue was wagging in excitement and it seemed as though it would lick Tony’s face in a friendly way!

This vicious dog was raised on human flesh? Some of the more timid ones couldn't stop their legs from shaking. Just as the standoff stretched tight, three men walked past them, knives in hand, heading straight for the woman. The tallest one held the hand of a little girl. The others were impressed. Damn, these guys had guts, going after someone like her. Fine. Let them fight. If both sides got hurt, there would be scraps to pick up after. But reality hit differently. Instead of attacking, the leg-eating dog wagged his tail at them.

The wolf was cute. "You're handsome Beowulf," I chuckle softly and get another lick to the face. "Not so much doggy drool there bud," I mumble wiping off my face. His wolf lay on the ground and I raised my brow wondering what it wanted. He'd turn his head toward his back and look up at me.

I don’t know how he could do this to such a large being. “I don’t believe this; how can a dog be bigger than a wolf?” “You don’t believe me do you, here try for yourself.” Giovanni tried to take my hand towards the dog “No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” The dog strangely looked very agitated by this statement. “I think you hurt his feelings. He might look scary, but he is just a big baby. Come on just pet him a little bit.” Giovanni tries to convince me. “Does it know any tricks, as in have you taught this one any tricks?” I check

I'd let her get down off the porch and make her way towards the clearing before releasing my dog from his leash. He took her down amid her screams of fright before I jogged over and stood over her. "Get him off me." I knew he wouldn't hurt her; just hold her there for me, which is just what he did. I had to pull him away before he started licking her face like it was a game, letting her know what a big softie he was.

The first one was a huge wolf with black fur coating it, his roar was powerful enough to make anyone submit to him, anger circling around him in waves. And opposite him was a human figure, wearing a long black coat. His aura was rather calm and unaffected. He stood casually with his hands tucked in his pockets, his face unrecognizable from the distance, but one could still make out a silhouette with a broad frame. Muscled and toned.

the man made a face, before jamming the door shut. Twenty minutes later, the door creaked open, and an earthy smell mixed with silver tensed the air. A massive looking rottweiler with a slash cutting through his eye and taking half of his left face snarled at me, his razored fangs glinting with malice. Moscow was Ari’s dog, and once my best buddy. I gave him that scar when he almost ripped me apart that night, but miraculously, he spared my life, and he has been hostile toward me since then.