Dog With The Human Face Novels & Stories

said Katleho with a relieved sigh in her voice. “She’s been here for five minutes.” said Mika speaking in my defense. “Mika said you found something?” I replied. Katleho handed me the paper she was holding. It was a drawing of a dog like human. The face was of a dog,a wolf. The body was covered in Grey looking fur,the feet were similar to those of a human,however the toes were similar to those of a dog, the entire feet were covered in grey fur. It looked disgusting. “is this the werewolf the principal saw?” I asked.

The girl bent down to play with her dog, using her hands to stroke his forehead which the dog accepted wholeheartedly, wiggling his small tail. Then the dog came over to me, smiling and barking happily. It shocked me as I had never seen this dog anywhere but I knelt, extending my hand out to the pet which it licked. I smiled warmly, petting it. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” A woman’s voice panicked voice distracted me. I looked up, seeing two grown adults in front of me. I immediately stood, realizing they were the little girl’s parents. She had her mother’s face structure and freckles while taking her father’s smile and nose.

Shit. “What the—?” I staggered back, my breath hitching as the figure emerged from the shadows. It wasn’t a werewolf but an abnormally large dog, its size almost monstrous. Its eyes screamed of pure carnage, a primal strength radiating from its very presence. “Good doggy?” I attempted to soothe it, backing away slowly. The dog let out an ominous growl, its muscles tensing. Nope, not a good doggy!

The guards leaned in, whispering something more in Italian, and suddenly, the vet’s entire demeanor shifted. “Ah, la moglie di Aiden Wolf,” he said, his tone tinged with a newfound respect. “Capisco. Portate subito il cucciolo nella stanza sul retro.” The mention of Aiden’s name changed everything. It was as if a veil of fear and reverence had fallen over the vet. He gestured for me to follow him, and we hurried to a treatment room where the puppy was gently laid on a small examination table. The little dog whimpered softly, his fur a blend of cream and light brown, with one ear perked up and the other flopped over. His eyes, dark and round, were filled with pain and confusion.

I tilted my head towards the ground to see the beautiful medium sized dog I think it’s a German Shepard shortly after mt head was lifted gently so the doctor could continue to treat the gash on my forehead. I reached out a hand blindly towards the dog in an effort to finally pat it. Wait why isn’t Tristan back yet?

Now, when he saw Regal Palace had begun to counterattack, he somehow felt worried. A dog will always be a dog. Even if it drinks human blood a few times, it cannot become a wolf.

As her eyes stayed fixated on the large, naked, brown man, he began to sprout hairs. Not obnoxiously, but a fine layer of gray fur, the same as his wolf. His eyes opened to meet hers and she gasped at his yellow colored irises. She could see the dents in his lower lip from his canines. “Whoa. . .” He began to turn away from her, fearing that he’d scared her. She reached for him, placing her hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He turned back to her slowly, meeting her gaze again. He could see that she was in fact just fine. There was no fear in her eyes and her lips weren’t quivering or turned in a frown or agape in fear.

Upon arriving at the residence, Drex took his position behind the fence. He sat in silence, a vigilant sentinel protecting the elderly woman who was currently gripped by fear. Before long, the old woman noticed the presence of what looked like a "puppy" inside her yard. She froze for a moment; it was clear to her that this small creature was a wolf, not a common house pet. Despite her hesitation, compassion overcame her dread. She grabbed some dog treats and approached him slowly.

Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’

He moaned in relief, his eye fluttering closed. “Stay with me, Logan,” the man said. “I’m awake,” Logan replied. “My face…” “You were badly clawed during the attack,” the man told him. “Eye?” “No damage, but it is covered by bandages at the moment. Logan, describe the monster to me.” “It was… Human big. Not a dog. Dog like, though. Lots of hair. Claws and sharp teeth. Smelled like dog, ears, and face like a dog, but not a dog. Not a man.”