Fnaf Dogs Novels & Stories

Charlie looked at the four men in front of him before he replied coldly, “I am talking about the African hyenas that live in groups on the prairie and like to attack their prey’s anus!” Isaac took a deep breath before he asked, “Master Wade, why are you looking for that kind of animal?” Charlie looked at Matteo before he sneered. “I want to add a new breed of dogs to Albert’s dog farm. Albert’s dog farm is full of ordinary fighting dogs that are not that awesome. I believe that it will certainly be very interesting if he were to raise a group of African hyenas that like to attack their prey’s anus!”

I call out. I soon hear little patters on the floor, the three dogs, Aura, Kyra and Fang. One of Erica’s favourite movies when she was younger was White Fang, hence the name. They rush to greet me, all waiting for a scratch behind the ear and the treat I always give them when I come in. I take them from my pocket, giving each of them one, and they disappear to eat them. “Auntie Aubrey.” Daisy beams excitedly, running towards me. I scoop her up, hugging her. She is only three, so she is easy to pick up.

she exclaimed, already crouching down to pet the little dog. "No!" Fael shouted, and she quickly withdrew her hand. "Mike is a Pinscher! Are you crazy? You'd be missing a few fingers if you touched him." Fael was serious as he picked up the little dog, which seemed hoarse from barking so much and squirmed, wanting to get down and attack her. "You sneaky little troublemaker!"

“Unless you’re scared.” Trinity cackled in my head. “Oh hell yes. Let’s show Mr. Muscles what we’ve got now that we’re fully powered up.” Mac gave me a look that was part intrigued, part “what have I gotten myself into?” and followed me down to the Blue Moon training fields. Birds sang conversations as we walked along, the day warm with the promise of spring. “Is it true that you have a dog sanctuary?” I asked. “Yes. We have eleven dogs, with plenty of room to run, and climate-controlled dog houses. One of the dogs is Alexander’s, his name is Flappers.”

Glancing at Connie, he saw that the latter was looking his way with an innocent and sincere look, it seemed like she was not guilty of anything at all. Hey, doesn't this old mother in law's conscience hurt? No, she has no conscience. Later that night, the entire family gathered around to watch some TV together as usual. Nathan deliberately sat next to Connie as he held Fly while they watched TV in silence. Unbeknownst to Connie, her beloved pet had become Nathan's foot wipe earlier that day. Nathan held two small black dogs in his arms, a Samoyed and a black poodle. Both of them had given birth to a litter of puppies, and they were quite a handful.

"Pomeranian dog, Chow chow, Labrador Retriever, Golden Retriever, Havanese, and French bulldog." The girl ticked off each breed with a finger and gave her friend a 'duh' look. "What?" She petted the dark, furry dog beside her. "My mom is a vet after all." "But you didn't tell me she made you learn a gazillion breed names." Her friend retorted still in awe. "If we stand here all day, what the hell are we paid for?" Pushing friend down the steps of the park, they shared the leeches among themselves, agreeing that Adana would take the three small or average dogs while Leilani, the bigger dogs.

The incredibly loud, aggressive barking of six massive, terrifyingly large Rottweilers instantly erupted the exact second they smelled the fresh, hot blood actively dripping from Aryan’s mangled body. Rohan aggressively dropped Aryan’s bleeding legs into the freezing, filthy mud of the outdoor kennel yard. Aryan lay completely paralyzed, his violently shivering torso sinking deeply into the freezing, foul-smelling sludge. He was entirely surrounded by heavy, rusted iron chain-link fencing. The massive, vicious dogs violently threw their heavy bodies against the thin wire separating them from the bleeding man, their sharp jaws snapping aggressively in the freezing night air, completely frenzi

Greg spat visibly shaking in anger. “He brought wild dogs to my company to frighten me.” He chuckled. “I'm going to kill him.” “You can't get close to him and Mia with those dogs around. The dogs are faster than his guards and he knows that and also using it to his advantage.” Anna fell into a deep thought. She raised her head up afterwards and turned to Matt. “If we kill the fucking dogs, things will be easier for us.” Anna suggested. “Should we remind you what happened to your arm and also Matt's hand? Do you really think that you can get to them before they get to you?” Agnes scorned.

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

Slightly opposite to beta male: less open and attractive to women, more inclined to intellectual activities. She scanned the living room, which was filled with dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. Puppies, crossbreeds, purebred dogs and even hounds. A few were gathered in the kitchen, huddled together as they were fed and licked with water. The rest kept their ardent footsteps exploring their new home, sniffing corners and running from room to room. A curly-haired terrier was chewing on a pillow that had fallen to the floor. A black poodle jumped on the couch and lay down to sleep. One more left, the hybrid dog (mutt) looked ready to raise his paw to mark the speaker, but Anna grabbed him and threw