Doggy Arch Novels & Stories

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

“There are a lot of possibilities that we can’t ignore as his parents. Of course, his exotic pets are a different story since most of them are just inside a tank or an aquarium. So, we’re not too concerned about those.” “But a free-running dog? That’s a no-no.” Rhea finished. Gordon nodded. “You make extremely good points. A dog might indeed be too much for Archie.” Archie heard the mention of a dog, and immediately perked up. “I’m getting a puppy?!”

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

I had ruined the quiet sanctuary he offered me, and now he was punishing me with his absence. Driven by a desperate need to fix things, I walked down the grand staircase toward the front entrance. I sank onto the cold marble floor directly beside the massive double doors, pulling my knees up to my chest. I decided I would wait right here. I would sit at the door like a loyal animal until he returned. Hours dragged by in the dim light of the foyer. To keep my mind from spiraling, I forced myself to make a silent, solemn vow. I will be the most obedient dog he has ever known. It doesn't matter who was in his past or who designed this house. Arthur is gone. I am the one here now. I will make hi

she whispered. For a brief moment, the decade of rivalry and bitterness faded. They were just two architects standing in the dust, breathing in the smell of old stone and infinite possibilities. But then, Elias’s phone chirped—a sharp, digital intrusion—and the professional mask was back in place instantly. "Draft the preservation proposal for the archway," he said, already turning back to his tablet. "If you can prove to me it’s structurally sound by Friday morning, I’ll find a way to keep it. If not, the wrecking ball comes in on Monday. No exceptions."

Poor but less dirty than the people in the districts. The door opens and a dog runs out first,jumping at Corven. He kneels and laughs,scratching. I’m not sure what to do. I have seen a dog only once. Don’t judge me! “Archy! There,boy. I’ve missed you too.” He says to the dog as a woman who looks to be in her late fifties steps out. “Corve! Oh my! You didn't tell me you were coming to visit. Psst you never do.” She exclaims and corven laughs,and stands to hug her tight,raising her a bit.