Greyhound Novels & Stories

In his gaze there was an amazing spark of intelligence, unusual for an animal. So they stood opposite each other - the dog studied the girl, and the girl studied the dog. The dog had incredible blue eyes. Anika had never seen anything like this before. The fur, completely black and shiny, shimmered in the sun. A beautiful and well-groomed dog. True, it was not possible to decide on the breed. Similar to a shepherd, but very large, probably the size of a St. Bernard, if not larger. If she stood on her hind legs, she would definitely be taller than the girl. Probably one of a rare breed or a cross, and one that could be worth a lot of money. This made Anika think that she could have been kidna

We stopped in front of the building's doors which had a large man guarding it. A huge sign hang above the doors written "Golden Silver" in gold and "men only" was written at the bottom in small, silver italics. "No cutting in line," the bouncer said as he folded his arms. Higan gave the intimidating man a black card and he took it. After reading through, he handed the card back to Higan and stepped aside. We walked into the building and I squinted my eyes at the small lights that illuminated some parts of the room with different colours. Some people danced around while others talked in corners.

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.

I stood up, adjusting my cufflinks, ready to see the name Caleb in black and white. [ANALYSIS COMPLETE] [SUBJECT ID: CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS] [BREED: GOLDEN RETRIEVER] [MATCH PROBABILITY: 99.8%] I stared at the screen. My brain, usually a precision instrument, stalled. "What is this?" I hissed, the coldness in my voice replaced by a rare, jagged confusion. "Sir," Dr. Aris said, sounding equally bewildered. "The DNA sample... it’s not human. It’s canine. Specifically, it appears to belong to a very healthy, three-year-old Golden Retriever."

“Not that I’m telling you what to do, but don’t you think he has had enough exercise for today? He’s been at it for a while now.” The man said while patting her dog who had returned with the ball in his mouth. She smiled and said. “Only if he could complain.” She took a proper look at him and saw he was quite good looking, and tall too. His hazel eyes and well chiseled jaw had this alluring effect on her. Rex was now playing with Bryan’s dog as they were discussing. So what’s your dog’s name? She asked. “Jack.” “Yours?” “Rex.”

he muttered. Seconds later, he turned to his wolf, a mighty dark gray beast, a native color to the Calhan tribe, with their fur being the brightest silver to grey, but never this snowy white as Elise. She picks up speed, sprinting ahead of his wolf. They race through the open valley, with Hayden taking the highest route, and Elise goes low, taking off at lightning speed. She felt so free that something sprung in her, and she felt her spirit come alive as she raced faster. She got further from Hayden, happy she was about to win the race, but then she felt an ominous trail behind her, like someone was watching and then attacking.

The man I was currently staring at had all the telltale signs of being an Alpha. I didn't know for sure, but assumed it was the friend Ike was talking about before. He was tall and strong looking, with piercing grey eyes. He had a "no bullshit" look about him. Physically, he looked to be in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair accompanied with a matching beard. Knowing how wolves aged though, he was probably... hundred eighty? Two hundred, tops. They stopped aging somewhere in their twenties, then start back up when they get to be around a hundred. Then they loosely age a year physically for every actual ten. It's a rough math, and has been known to vary, but it's a good base to go off of

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