Fiction Books About Dogs 소설 & 이야기

Mateo I walked on the snowy path that curved upwards to the Castel. Jellyfish, one of the more friendly Granuben hounds, bowed and wagged her black shaggy tail at me. I stopped to pet her on the head, and she growled happily. She sniffed at my vellum sketchbook and sank her massive jaws into the cover. “Argh! No! Bad dog! Let go,” I told her firmly. She released the book in dejection, and I grimaced as I wiped off the drool from the cover.

She then left to store the book where it should be. She then checked up on Foxley, who was sleeping on the big dog bed in his room. Gulper, the Tibetan Mastiff puppy, was next to him. It was as if it wouldn’t sleep there without getting close to him. A smile drew on Delta’s lips before walking back to her room.

"He's okay. Running about. There's a new illness affecting the pups. He's checking it out in the pack" "Okay," I glanced through the books on her desk while she waited. I didn't know much about medicine and all but their books were quite similar to ours. Like a mix of veterinary and normal human anatomy treatments. The book mostly focused on severe injuries that wolves may have because their bait already healed at a fast rate. "I don't think Alfio is coming anytime soon," I said to Vivianna. She looked at the time on the table clock and back at the door. "He says he'll be here an hour ago"

“Tell me, what brought you here?” Macholo’s voice was respectful as he replied. “We stole a high-value Mercedes-Benz S-Class. We transferred money from the victim’s phone, took some jewelry, and...” He hesitated for a moment. “We also took a dog.” The Don raised an eyebrow. “A dog?” He sounded like it was something he wasn’t expecting. “What kind?” “An Australian shepherd,” Macholo replied. “A well-kept one.” The Don’s interest deepened. He leaned forward, tapping his pipe lightly against the ashtray. “An Australian shepherd, you say? That's a fine breed. Loyal, intelligent.”

“The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.” “What?” That guy was definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. “The hellhound has conquered a bunch of packs already, but not half of the world.” Ethan explained. “Yet,” I interjected. He eyed me but continued. “He’s also reputed to answer to challenges pretty brutally.” “You don’t know how brutal he can get,” Hellhound Girl said to the guys. There was a fire in those eyes that I liked. She was probably imagining them burning at the stake and she enjoyed the idea.

He asked, I look at him and there I saw a dog wagging his tail. "No," I responded that made him gloomy. "I promise I won't meddle with you." He said. I just ignored him and continued what I am doing. I've been reading this book titled 'Lily of the Valley meets Wolf Boy'. It's a famous book written by the most famous author nowadays, which is Phoenix. The story is about a sick but energetic girl that met a weird boy who was raised by wolves. They met in a city where the boy got lost. That boy is kind of anxious about how people treat him because of his different from usual behavior. The girl helped her and they became friends.

“I don’t know. Daddy says they protect the city, but I don’t see how. They never do anything.” My finger stopped on a worn out book. The faded writing on the spine said Beasts Of The Wild. I pulled it out and flipped it open in the middle. There was a drawing of a yeti-looking creature called a yowg. The description gave details of height, size and hair colour. Dietary information and habitats were also included. I flicked through more pages and found more creatures, some of which I was familiar with. The names, at least. Unfortunately, the book wasn’t organised into alphabetical order, so I had to search a number of pages before I found what I was looking for: Mouse King.

Ryan asks quietly, though I doubt shouting would wake this dead-to-the-world puppy. I look up at him and smile. "Yes. It was a very good surprise. Thank you." Ryan looks away and a smile graces his lips. "I thought you didn't want a dog, though." He is quiet for a moment, looking at his hands. "I thought a dog might be good for you," he says finally. "Maybe for me too." Ryan reaches into the box and pulls out a book titled Your Samoyed and You. He opens the book and begins to read silently. My eyes widen at the picture of a large, fluffy white dog on the front.

Or better, I will go back to England because the climate there suits some dogs with wooly fur. While thinking about how I love dogs, I remember again the man I met in the morning. The bi-eyed man kinda looks so good. If I compare him to dogs, then he is a husky because of his eyes. Wolves aren’t bi-eyed, so he couldn’t be like a wolf, but his aura looked like a wolf. I smiled at my thoughts. “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?”

The air around smelled faintly of blood. Qin Haodong walked around and realized that Bao Ziping did keep lots of fierce dogs here, including Tosa, Dogo, Caucasus, Rottweiler, and Bull Terrier. Those dogs might have been fierce before, but all of them were lying on the ground now, wounded and gasping. "Dr. Qin, thank you!" Bai Ziping said. Qin Haodong did not say anything. Instead, he walked to a large Caucasian dog. Its hair was dripping with blood, one of its legs had been completely broken, and dozens of tiny wounds covered its body.