Greyhound Novels & Stories

Luis came out of the pool, dried himself with a towel and walked into the house ready to party. Kimberly tossed the ball for the upteenth time and waited as Rex ran after it. They had been playing the game of fetch for a while, which was what most owners where engaging their pets with at the dog park, when she saw a man approaching her with his black pit bull terrier. “Hello.” The man called out to her politely. “Hi” She responded. “I’m Bryan.” “Kimberly.” “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.”

"Are the Silverhounds only exclusive in the mountains of Erana?" "I believe so. Not many have seen it." "I don't remember anything much of it, but all I can recall is that the Silverhounds are much terrifying than the dire wolves." Vaughn raised a brow curiously. He has only seen a Silverhound once and it didn't even last for a minute. "How so?" "They're much bigger and their fur looked much thicker and glossier, it's like glass. They also jump a lot higher and are much faster than the normal wolves. And when they pounce on you- you won't even know it because they're very silent."

Each dog has its own trainer especially for rare dogs hunters such as Hound dog, Siberian husky, Rottweiler, wolf-dog hybrids, Doberman pinscher and pit bull terriers. Joshua was about to enter their mansion when he heard a very beautiful voice and he immediately followed it. and when he plucked the thick and gigantic leaves of the plants, A woman sang a very beautiful song he saw. Joshua stopped because he remembered something the woman was singing. "Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight. Creep into thy bed,

I got this German Shepherd. Spark, my tan and black German Shepherd, was a striking sight to behold. His sleek coat shimmered in the sunlight, a rich tapestry of earthy tones that shifted and danced with every movement. His expressive brown eyes held a depth of intelligence and loyalty that seemed to pierce straight to the soul, a sign of his unwavering devotion. He was more than just a pet; he was a loyal companion, a trusted confidant, and a cherished member of my family. At this rate, I think he is my only family, and I don't even mind it. I like it this way.

It was a pleasant morning; Leonard is outside the mansion with Maximus. Leonard is playing with the dog, throwing a stick as far as he could and Maximus will fetch it and bring it back to him. He was just enjoying it when the dog jumped over him suddenly to fetch the stick he had just thrown and caught it midair. Leonard was shocked and covered his head, he thought that Maximus has gone mad and tried to attack him. Maximus is a large dog, a crossbreed of a Mastiff and a Pitbull, and yes, it is so startling to look at this enormous and ferocious-looking dog, but it is well-trained and will not attack familiar people, well at least as long as it recognizes you.

Alpha Max parked his car by the road and stepped out to investigate properly. A greyhound was a warning to werewolves. Usually, when one greyhound was sighted, it meant that the territory may be threatened. Werewolves and greyhounds were enemies, especially as most greyhounds were used for errands and to search for an endangered werewolf. It was usually used by a rogue wolf who had been brutalized and had no emotions. A rogue wolf that all whose pack members were his slaves that he used to do his bidding always. Other werewolves hated to be in a war with a rogue wol

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...