Dogman Stories Novels & Stories

She was suddenly being hailed as "The Angel of Christmas Eve." Me? I became public enemy number one. Somehow, the story twisted into 'The dog ran away because Yule kicked it... because I was a bad mom.' And, of course, Peter's snide comments about me that night had only made it worse.

The Irishman had immediately caught on to the young girl’s sense of inadequacy, and doing his best to make her feel comfortable, he said, “You’ll get on famously with our Pet, Bianca!” He gave a benevolent smile and nodded knowingly, exchanging glances with his silent brother. Siobahn frowned crossly. What had brought that up? She did not care much for animals. Somewhat stiffly, she said, wondering if Liam O’Grady was having a laugh at her expense, “My Mam only let me keep a guinea pig for a while. But he disappeared, and I never had another pet.” For a minute, the men stared at her, flabbergasted. Then they burst out laughing in unison, making Piers, who was emerging from his wife’s side, f

I stared at Damien for a long time and stood and walked out. DAMIEN’S POV See, the love birds are quarreling now. I haven’t started my work yet and all is crashing. What would happen when I unleash everything I have in mind on this couple and the pack? Silly fellows. ‘Mitchell, please forgive me.’ I repeated for the umpteenth time, but the fool looked at me like a lamb for slaughter. No worries, soon, I will slaughter you and your entire household of pure bloods. I wanted to touch her legs, to show my fake sorrow but her alpha boyfriend barked at me. I have never heard his kind of wolf growl. Even the master’s is not like this.

Wealthy people also lived in their quarter, so they could well have kept such an outlandish large animal. Anika slowly extended her hand towards him, allowing him to sniff from a distance. The dog leaned forward, stretching his neck as far as the rope would allow. - So, who are you? - she asked with a smile, looking in. - Boy. Do you want me to set you free? She looked into his eyes, and the dog, whining pitifully, reached out to her with his front paw. “How smart you are, handsome,” she told him affectionately and pointed to the rope stretching to the tree. -You won't bite me if I untie you?

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

Brian asked “I think we should take him to a hospital” Dog said “Are you crazy? He’ll be fine, just go hide the fucking money in the cabinet” Donald said and immediately Brian grabbed both bags of cash and headed into the room where he hide the money “We have to call pastor” Donald said “But he said to meet him up at the black spot” Dog said “Yes I know but he needs to know of the emergency at hand” Dog reached to his pocket for his phone but couldn’t find it

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.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Special Chapter 30: Stories of Old from The Dark Forest of Aubrianne Every night after supper, Damien Wolfsbane would tell Dorin about tales long gone. These are the stories he told him. First Evening As the night got deeper and the food around the fire was consumed, Damien Wolfsbane would ease himself on one of the thick furs scattered in the burrow’s floor and stretch out his long legs. When he is comfortable with the two kits side by side, one curled next to the other, he would give a deep sigh and tell a story...

They are as big as the prints they found near my wife's body. "Yes, these belong to my daughter. Tell me, have you ever seen a dogman around here?" I ask. I am sure it is the same bastard that killed my wife that came after my daughter. I know we heard the howling of wolves, but wolves would not usually attack humans. They would rather stay away from humans.