Greyhound Novels & Stories

Servants worked in those fields, harvesting fruits and wheat and spices like torf; and beyond that, most of the activity was reserved for birds and a few lazy patrols of guards, along with the occasional opportunistic rabbit, or a squirrel. There weren’t many guards within the Estate or even upon its grounds, as very few people would dare to invade a wealthy enterprise like Madam Dro’s nor be willing to face the legal repercussions even if one managed to escape with something of value. And that was even if a would-be-burglar chose not to believe in the rumors surrounding Madam Dro, and her formidable sorceries that servants whispered about in hushed tones among themselves.

I “Daffodil Marby,” Drew slowly whispered the name of the possible last breed of the golden wolves. Her name seemed to linger on his lips which made a curve of a smile on it. “Drew, please do not tell Lexus that I was the one who spilled that information to you.” Trixie lowered her head ashamed. She also felt guilty for being a traitor to a good friend like Lexus, but if doing so would mean getting Lexus away from that woman, she will not think about such a kind of guilt.

The only thing stopping him from dozing off was Venus. "When I said the shortest path. I mean, for instance, if we had, you know, three animals with us here in the room. Say we had a human, say we had a mouse, and say we had a lizard," she began. "Well, one of those attributes that link the mouse and the human together is hair. So if you would say that the mouse and the lizard were most closely related. You would have two evolutionary steps, the independent origin of her. But by saying that's hair originated once. It's evidence for a preferential relationship between humans and mouse. So that's a very simple example. But we do that with hundreds of characters and hundreds of animals sometime

"This is intense." I smirked. "You ain't seen nothing yet, babe." The starting horn blared, a sound like a thousand tortured souls screaming in unison. The gates flew open, and the hellhounds burst onto the track in a blur of fur, fangs, and fire. "There's dad's hounds," I pointed out, watching as Cerberus Jr. took the lead, all three heads snapping at his competitors. Sebastian's eyes were wide. "Are they... is that one eating another?"

The little girl was crying immensely, giving away the dog she always wanted. “Grace,” I hear Katherine say as she opens the door behind me. I am sitting on the floor playing with the puppy. I am almost done here. I fed all the dogs and took a few for a walk in the park and now I am sitting here enjoying this little one’s company. “He will be adopted in no time. People always want a puppy,” she says and I nod. I look around the room and find Crow. Crow is my favorite dog. He is a rottweiler, and he is only four years old. His fur is jet black and his eyes are light brown. As soon as his eyes connect with mine, he barks and his tale starts moving.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

Ralph The long-awaited day of the meeting had finally arrived. I was set to claim my new breeder from the Moonlight pack, the daughter of Alpha Grayson. The Greyhound pack and the Moonlight pack had been at odds for five years after a tragic incident in which my brother was killed by a Moonlight pack guard. This event ignited a deep-seated animosity in me, fueling my desire for revenge. However, I eventually sought to establish peace through a strategic agreement with Alpha Grayson. In exchange for his daughter's hand as my breeder, I would forgive the past and end the longstanding feud.

Their fur is red-striped with blue eyeballs. Whenever anyone asks, the Anindira family will answer that they are from the Siberian Husky breed with unique fur. In the neighborhood where Anindira lives, Arwan and Farrell have lots of fans, but also lots of enemies. Those who already have their own pets tend to avoid Arwan and Farrell. As animals, they have an instinct to avoid the Wolf duo, which is considered dangerous, a predator. The pets will go crazy in front of Arwan and Farrell, they will trouble their masters, because they will run away following their instincts.

She hated to stretch her neck to talk to people that tall while they look down at her from their crazy height. " I don't know what you're talking about," she said nonchalantly before she went back to lay on the mat and all her wolves appeared. The biggest one Greskin was always next to her and he seemed to be more clingy than the rest. All her wolves were snow white except for Greskin. His fur was black with silver highlights here and there and his eyes were blue. Gina recalled seeing it maul people on Elora's command and she felt a little bit threatened by it so she moved backward and hid behind Aidan.

He continued his detailed description. “The loin is slender yet powerful, and there is good tuck-up, with the points of the hip bones slightly prominent. There is a balance between characteristics of speed and stamina, the conformation being a compromise producing great agility. They tend to come in coat colors of pure white, cream, sandy, fawn, grey, black or brindle, bi-colored, or tricolor. A male will grow to be around twenty-seven inches, while the females are around nineteen inches tall. Both genders can weigh between forty-four and sixty-six pounds.” he concluded. He painted a very vivid and detailed view for me. I could picture the hound in my mind.