Doggyride Novel Novels & Stories

Before I could look around, 2 dogs ran towards me and my eyes widened. He has one big grey alaskan malamute and one golden retriever. The both of them attacked me with kisses and I giggled seeing them jumping towards me. "What's their name?" "Eden and Morty." Ares answered as he pointed at the dog. Eden is the alaskan malamute and Morty is the golden retriever. "Hey Morty.. and Eden." I said as I hugged them both and when Ares walked towards the kitchen. They followed him.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

He yelled as he commanded his driver. "Yes Sir." As he quickly went to his car while Alexander followed him. His heart was beating crazy right now. He couldn't believe this bullshit was happening. It was the main headquarter of the Black Wolf's Clan for fucks sake! Where the hell they got the information of their den? The traitor was going to pay for it! His driver broke the speed limit and in no time they were able to get back at northside. Alexander quickly got out from the car and stared the horrible scene before him. The Grand Mansion that was covered with thick, vivid trees and grasses had now turned into ashes with a large crater on it. In the crater laid the thousand, burnt bodies of

I began to cough. A dog howled, an eerie entreaty echoing through my confusion. Fear stepped back as hope pushed forward. But hitched sobbing pulled me up short. Heavy paws thumped toward a small child. The dog ... no ... not a dog ... a wolf opened up its toothy mouth and reached for the girl's neck, biting into the collar of her shirt and tossing her like a twig over its shoulder. The little girl dug her small hands into the soft brown fur and buried her face in its back trying to block out the smoke. The two raced through green and yellow pines that tried unsuccessfully to dislodge the wolf's rider.

Lyra's POV As I peacefully dozed on my soft bed, Layla, my faithful dog, rested by my side. Suddenly, Layla's ears perked up, and she fixed her gaze on the window. Intrigued, I listened as whispers of my name floated in from outside. A chill ran down my spine when I caught sight of a shadowy, winged figure swooping past the window. Knowing Layla was seconds away from barking, I hushed her, not wanting to wake my father. Tentatively, I left Layla indoors and ventured outside, spotting the enigmatic creature standing near a tree.

No matter how many times I saw them, they still looked intimidating. The security guards recognized me immediately and opened the gates. The taxi rolled into the long driveway. My heartbeat quickened. Somehow, coming back felt different. I paid the driver before climbing out with my bag. Before I could even knock, the front door burst open. A flash of golden fur came charging toward me. “Max!” The golden retriever practically launched himself at me. His front paws landed on my shoulders, nearly knocking me backwards. I laughed uncontrollably. “Easy!”

A long scraping sound dragged across the wood. Like claws. Everyone froze. Then came the voice. Soft. Cold. Dangerous. "You cannot stop it." Cookie growled. Louder than before. The tiny puppy stood directly in front of the door. Fur raised. Teeth exposed. Then all five puppies joined him. A tiny army. Against whatever waited outside. Then suddenly— the journal flipped pages again. Violently. The paper fluttered. The cover slammed open. Then stopped. Another message appeared. Fresh ink. New words.

Pockets—the corgi-sized, Leonberger-furred, big-hearted hero of this tale. I had been with them through it all: the moments of fear that shadowed Makayla, the fiery anger that flared in Lilac’s chest, the blizzard that had roared outside, the jolt of that car crash, and the silence that fell over us when the humans lost their ability to communicate. I was their silent sentinel—nudging, barking, curling up close when things felt unbearable, even staring down anyone who dared to intimidate my girls into retreating.

"Don't you know? Renee sold off your company and the house for dirt cheap. She's trampling on everything you worked for! It's so unfair to you…" Hunter had been drowning in frustration, but after hearing her words, his spirits lifted. Right then and there, he vowed to rise again and give her the luxurious life she deserved. Three months later, they were officially married. They took their baby to a newly opened infant swimming center. "Welcome!" I stepped out of the store with a smile. However, I froze for a moment when I saw them. Trailing behind them was the very dog that had attacked me. It looked like Willow had taken the time to fix its broken leg. The moment the dog spotted me, it bare

"Hey, do you want to get back at the man who hurt you?" Logan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at me with alarmingly bright eyes. "Yes." A vicious smile curled on my lips as I lazily tilted his chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Then become my lapdog, and I'll give you everything you want." Logan lowered his head and fell silent. Just as I grew impatient and was about to turn away, he reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Woof." From then on, Logan became my most devoted lapdog.