Dogman Books In Order Novels & Stories

“Was here, yes. Early this morning” I pushed at his chest, trying to sit up. It was like he was an immovable mountain. Capturing my hands, he forced them down on either side of my head. “What’s going on with you now?” I struggled against him. “What did you do to him, Fang? If you have hurt him...” “Why would I hurt your dog?” Genuinely puzzled, Fang frowned. “Not Woofy, Bobby. If you have hurt him...” Fang's eyes flashed angrily. “Bobby is fine. We had a little chat and he went on his merry way. Anyone would think you don’t trust me, Sunflower?”

Harlan knew—Kenji's dog, off-leash. Sleep came fitfully, Beretta under the pillow like a cold promise. Dreams twisted: Kenji's smirk, his hand pouring sake over my skin, spilling hot down my collarbone. His obsidian eyes watching, possessive, as he leaned in—thumb tracing my pulse, mouth claiming mine in dominance that tasted of ruin and sake. I woke gasping, sheets tangled, core aching with forbidden heat. His whisper echoed: Mine to watch. Dawn bled through the curtains, my tablet chiming—unredacted emails incoming. The game deepened. And I was neck-deep in the predator's pool.

"Do you want to step out there and crush his spirit yourself, Chika?" I wiped my fingers on a linen napkin, my voice cold and unbothered. "I'll think about whether he even deserves my breath." Lucien didn't push it. He stood up, his massive, broad-shouldered frame casting a long shadow across the marble floor. "Come along, Peyton. Let's go see why the little dog is barking." Peyton nodded, trailing closely behind his Alpha.

"I'm sure she's forgotten all about your date from hades." "Somebody doesn't just forget nearly dying," I spat. ---------------------------------------------------- Hallo everybody! This is the second book of the Ash Walker series. It can be completely read as a stand-alone book if wanted. The only thing you might miss is some context with details that won't be explained as quickly. Whereas if you'd read the first book (The Witch's Wolf) you would understand it already. Not to worry though! I won't be including any information without explanation at some point during your read. Thank you for picking this up! - Insect

Just because you hate dogs doesn't mean you have to kill them. Don was on his phone, his fingers moving as if he were texting his friend, and then starting the truck engine as he backed away from the parking spot and then drove down the nightly street.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

“I hear footsteps in the distance. Someone is coming.” “Let them come,” Samuel growled. “I could use a good battle.” “I agree,” Oscar said, “except they’re in full wolf form and I have no clue how many are coming.” “I hear at least two,” Samuel observed. “There could be more following,” Oscar mused, “and there are only six of us.” “So, we battle later,” Samuel said, “but we battle. Those dogs will pay for doing this.” “That’s a promise,” Oscar assured him.

The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me. Stepping toward the large hound I reach out placing my hand on the nose of the creature. The dog closes their eyes as a strong presence fills me. I gasp as the dog begins to disappear, slowly begging absorbed through my fingertips. My breath picks up as my lungs begin to burn. I sink to the ground gasping for air.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)