Greyhound Novels & Stories

She kept her attention drawn towards the page the entire moment she flanked the pages of the Journal. Finally, after passing through so many Pages, Cassie smile as her eyes darted towards the Content of the Journal with the title "The Few Supernaturals With The Ability To Seal Their Scent And Imprint" Cassie heaved as she read, at First, she came across a saying that said, "The Hellhound, also known as the Black Dog or Bearer of Death is a specie of amortal Supernatural Spirit who possess the body of human. Been the Guardian of the Supernatural World, a being known as the Harbinger of Death, the Hellhound possess Pyrokinetic and Thermokinetic Powers which helped in Covering it's tracks, scen

Maybe she was going to find something similar today but he didn't understand why it was so urgent that she would go out in the light drizzle of rain despite the fact that she was spoilt and always hated the rain. He was still deep in thought when he finally heard her bark excitedly while wagging her tail furiously like she had finally found it. He came over and inspected what she had found. They were close to the river now. At first he didn't see anything of significant importance. He crouched while watching Lily paw at a fallen tree truck. He came closer and what he saw made his blood turn cold. Right there under the dead tree was a girl. She had dark skin made to look dirty by the soil. An

Zach replied. I sighed, this wasn't news to me. I was livid when I heard that Lee had been rejected and was now mateless AND that he was infatuated with multicolored wolves. I had been close to losing it but Devon and Sam calmed me down and after a few days, I was able to stand the sight of Zack again. "What does that mean?" I demanded and Henry turned to me. "The man who trained my Aunt, the only other multicolored wolf in my lifetime, resides in the Blarney pack. Why do you think that they went there?" he asked.

Even the floor tiles were a combination of white and grey, the couch black, the table grey and everything else somewhere in between. A barking sound reached my ears, and I looked around. My eyes caught glimpse of a Golden Retriever, its fur light golden and nose and eyes dark black, sprinting through the hallway of the second floor. It came running down the stairs, missing the steps and almost slipping down. Its expression was of pure excitement. I’d never seen a dog this happy.

’ I mind link him, but he ignores me. “It’s right in front of you,” Omerta says, and Giovanni looks at me right in the eye. ‘Now What fucker?’ I mind link him again. “Oh! I see that you have met our pet here, that’s great.” “P..pet, what do you mean by it's a pet.” “This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.”

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

Curiosity overwhelmed Brendan as he wondered what could be in that place that had led Deirdre to bring him there, yet she seemed unable to follow through with her intentions to harm him. The protective suit was the correct size, and he changed into it soon after removing his jacket. Other than the stuffy feeling, it was fine. The owner opened the door personally after noticing that Brendan was done. Soon afterward, a dark shadow ran from the inside and pounced on Brendan in excitement. Brendan lowered his head and saw that it was a black greyhound. Its snout was pointy, and its tail was wagging high in an overenthusiastic manner.

’ ‘And howling and howling,’ Ben assured her. Kerrien was amused. She wondered how Martine had taken that. It must have quite put an end to any expectation she might have had of passionate lovemaking. It wouldn’t have mattered after all, Kerrien thought, if she had been there. Then she realized that she would probably have had the chore of sitting up with the puppy. ‘He’s a setter,’ Jodie said proudly. ‘He’s called Lloyd.’ ‘That’s an unusual name,’ Kerrien said. ‘Who thought of that?’

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.