Doggy Arch Novels & Stories

The other wolves flanking Archie at the time swept their gazes around, wary of establishing a ready position in case the enemy they were waiting for suddenly appeared and attacked. Archie, on the other hand, howled quickly, breaking the flock's concentration and signaling the team Gabe was leading on the other side of the border. "What's the matter, Archie? Do you know anything? "Look into the brown wolf with black gradations across its right and left eyes. Archie lowered his head slightly, confirming what his friend had asked. He does know something. "Yes. I know who caused this minor earthquake. But I have no idea what caused it." Archie responded bluntly—as is.

Grace burst from the bushes, “Are you ready to test the eidolon, whelp.” Archon created a picture of a man punching his palm, and Warren smiled, “We both are ready to send these dogs to the pound.”

Back indoors, energies apparently exhausted, the dogs collapse in a heap and peace reigns. Mac, having claimed prize place in front of the fire, lies eyes closed, upside down, all four legs in the air; doing his best 'Dead Bluebottle' impression. Archie nudges up beside him trying, unsuccessfully, to ease him to one side. Richard regards the pair, expression neutral. "Is that a natural position for a dog?" "It's his favourite," I say. "When he's chilled out." Mac's tail twitches and his lips pull back in an up-side-down canine grin.

Archer received the familiar barking before the dog bounded towards him, dragging the person behind him. The figure stopped in the doorway, her long golden hair fell gently yet poker-straight down her back.

"Troy and I were in my room when Archer went out because he said he was hungry, so I let him go to our kitchen. But then we heard whimpering coming from downstairs, and I realized it was Marley, our dog. So I told Troy that something was wrong because Marley appeared to be in pain and told him that I needed to exit our game and checked Marley, and he didn't mind; in fact, he even went with me to see what was going on and if Archer was now helping our dog with whatever he was suffering from." George stopped, crossed his fingers, and stared at us intently. The way he stared at us suggested that he was about to say something upsetting to us. When we got down to the kitchen, we noticed Archer ki

I looked at the dogs and they looked at me blankly "Oh come on.. You know the sexy sound effect in movies right? Victon maybe feel it too when he sees Lacey" He stated and I found myself laughing "This is stupid , why do you relate them to humans?" I asked "They're man's best friend" Archer stated ruffled my hair "I'm not Victon" I stated flatly and he laughed "Of course I know , you're just being cute.. oh we're here" My eyes widened when I saw a lot of dogs running around in this big empty park. There's a food stall and a playground where we can let the dogs play.

Once Archie walked out of the hotel, his driver immediately went up and asked, "Young Master, do you need a car?" "Do you know where dolphin performances are in this city?" Archie asked indifferently. The driver was one of Old Master Grafton's men. Therefore, he knew very well about the scenic areas of X Country. "Young Master, there's an aquarium in half an hour's drive. There's an aquarium performance there. Are you looking for this place?" "Take me there!" Archie's expression changed. When she called Emma just now, she mentioned the word dolphin on the phone. So, he must have something to do with the performance on the water.

I asked confused. “The big doggie you were playing with…” he said sarcastically. “Epicyon Haydeni.” He shoved his phone in my face, making me flinch. On it were search images of hideous dangerously looking predators. My wolf doesn’t look like that. I thought defensively, while handing him his phone. My wolf. “The Epicyon Haydeni also known as Hayden’s bone crushing dog, was a prehistoric creature that measured up to eight to ten feet in length, and stood up to three feet tall at the shoulder. They weighed up to 370lbs.” He read out loud.

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

Jake asked. “Yes.” Aeden said trying not to laugh. She thought about her two Neapolitan Mastiff’s. A male and female, Apollo and Artemis, they were both pitch black with wrinkles all over their faces and bodies. They sleep on a huge dog bed at the end of her bed and followed her around the house until it was time to go outside and walk the perimeter with her Team. The new guys didn’t quite understand this yet.