Dogs Zootopia Novels & Stories

He understands imediatly and agrees to follow my lead. Just as Douglas lunges at me, I doge to my left as Zion uses the opportunity to attack him from behind since Douglas is distracted by me. He's losing control, and his greed for power is becoming too overwhelming for him to handle. Zion sinks his teeth into his back while digging his claws into his side. Douglas lets out a low whimper and shakes him off. Unfortunately for Douglas, Zion takes a chunk of hairy flesh with him while leaving claw marks running up his side.

It was then that she heard a marvelous sound. " Bec! We're back!" she felt, rather than heard the tension snap and the psycho ran away. She struggled back, closed the window and carefully approached the door whose poor lock now, literally, popped out of the socket. "Shit!! This place is as dark as hell. Luke, the lights! .. What the fuck was that? Luke?!" Liz's voice rang out. She opened the door and saw the lights come on. "I swear, I felt something pass me." Liz muttered.

There was no joy, just numbing pain. When he was finally satisfied, she slapped him in anger, but her strength wasn't a match for his, and he rubbed his face like nothing happened. "Are you done yet?" Her slap felt like nothing in comparison to seeing her refusal of him. Zoey didn't hold back. "Laurence Scott, are you a dog?" A dog that liked biting when they didn't see eye to eye with someone. He smiled. "Most dogs are gentle and won't bite." Zoey was vexed. "Who knows? You might be that dog that has rabies and goes around biting people."

Dionysus closed his eyes and savored that moment he had been longing for so long to happen again. "I had missed you, baby. So damn much." Zoey almost fainted. ~~~~ "Mom? Where's Zamantha ?" Zoey asked as soon as she joined her mother for breakfast that morning. She put Hera on the floor and poured some dog food on her own bowl first before putting some more on Azlan's plate. The two, cute dogs immediately dig in. Afterwards, Zoey prepared her usual cereals with lots of milk before she sat on the table in front of her mother.

The big fellow seems to think he is the size of a tiny dog. "I think they hunt during nighttime; it would be our biggest chance of infiltrating their home. Hopefully, they are keeping Ryan prisoner at this location," I look over at Blue, who tilts his head at me. "You're sure that he is here?" The zombie dog nods at me. He seems intelligent enough to understand that barking here isn't a good idea. I think it's funny that my team members are all mutated animals. My male lizard is named Cuddles, the zombie dog is named Blue, and then I call the female lizard Lizzie.

Everyone laughed at him. Zoe told him where JP was. “How are the cats getting along with your little dog’s aunty Liz?” questioned Zande handing a cup of coffee to Natasha. “My kids are not dogs Zande.” Lizzy scolded. “My bad aunty, so, how are they getting along?” Xavier chuckled as he went to take his seat. “You didn’t hear father complain that will make this pack more feared than anything with all these mixed species in one place.”

“Then, can I at least see it?” “If you want to get a scratch or a bite, go on,” Cassius laid a trap. Then, he whispered, “But I heard some died because of rabies.” Hearing that, Zion picked up his pace. “Well, I will go now. Make sure you go and visit the hospital.” Zion looked at the door and bid a goodbye to the cat. “Bye bye Riet!” Harriet, who heard the bid, felt the responsibility to answer back. So, she meowed, “Meow~”

Hearing Zoey’s story, Baby Z looked at Tristan and asked him. “Daddy swans are werewolves too?” And that’s it. All this time Tristan watched Zoey, wondering how the hell she resists in front of him, how she ignores the mate bond, when he is little and has a heart stroke. “Werewolves?” Zoey asked and started to laugh, making Tristan’s heart skip a beat. “You have a vivid imagination, baby girl” and caressed the top of her head but offering her hand to Baby she, Zoey says.

There were always so many other dogs and humans that it would be hard on me. Living with Zeus, I’ve gotten better at handling things that used to scare me. Like small humans. When our humans took us on a long ride in Clay’s truck, we were greeted by two very loud little girls. They scared me at first, but Zeus reassured me they were good tiny humans, and they were only excited to meet me.

"You mutts! Bite him to death! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!" At first, they took it. Then the hits got harder. They still wouldn't come near me—but now they showed their teeth at him. One crunch—the arm-thick stick snapped in half. The biggest dog rumbled low, ready to flip on him. Bella had never seen anything like this. The lion she'd taken from the zoo had only moved because it was drugged. If these animals really lost it, she'd die before the first zombie even showed. She slipped into Dylan's arms, acting calm. "The apocalypse is coming anyway. Even if we don't kill Jaime, he won't last. But your dogs don't look right. Let's go back. We can watch tomorrow."