Greyhound Novels & Stories

"Enough chit-chat. You should already be rather tired. So let's get this done quickly. Anyway, you already grasped the basics and just need more experience, who will you choose this time?" "My usual ones. Black and white." "Hahaha~!" Another cheerfully loud laugh escaped Gerald's lips as he chortled, "Those two are basically your private property now, they never let anyone else mount them." Sol smiled at his comical accusations. White was his horse. A rare breed of nightmare horse. A rank D species. Black was his wyvern, a rank C species of the Draconic branch.

"Put the gun away and back off." He doesn't move, so this time, I take him by the arm, easing him backwards. The pitch is low. Whatever's producing the sound is big. As we retreat a few steps, the owner of the sound emerges. And he's a whopper. Black, with ginger face markings and eyebrows, this dog could be cast as 'Hellhound of the Year'. A Rottweiler, he crouches, body hanging low, ears laid flat back. His eyes are white-rimmed and his lips pulled back to display ranks of pristine teeth.

I sighed! Venturing into the lush green expanse that made up the training field, my eyes were drawn to a wolf of commanding stature in the midst of his solitary practice. Aiden, in his wolf form, was a spectacle to behold. He was a striking fusion of strength and grace, with a glossy coat of black-grey that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, dappled by the forest's soft shadows. His eyes, as strikingly blue as a clear summer sky, sparkled with an infectious zest for life that I had always admired.

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

I asked confused. “The big doggie you were playing with…” he said sarcastically. “Epicyon Haydeni.” He shoved his phone in my face, making me flinch. On it were search images of hideous dangerously looking predators. My wolf doesn’t look like that. I thought defensively, while handing him his phone. My wolf. “The Epicyon Haydeni also known as Hayden’s bone crushing dog, was a prehistoric creature that measured up to eight to ten feet in length, and stood up to three feet tall at the shoulder. They weighed up to 370lbs.” He read out loud.

The hunting grounds were divided into three categories: first-tier, second-tier, and third-tier! The strength of the participants determined the type of prey they would face. Logo, holding his spear-scythe, arrived at the entrance. Lines of Bloodhounds lay on the ground. Every Gendaya participant entering the hunting grounds was required to lead one, which helped in tracking prey. Bloodhounds were a type of extraordinary canine creature that the Gendaya had domesticated for years. They had the intelligence of a ten-year-old human, were fiercely loyal, fearless, and had extremely sharp senses of smell and perception.

Ryan's my dream guy. She nodded to herself. "Woa!" Ethan exclaimed as they got to the huge dog house. "I wanna walk that one!" Ethan pointed excitedly at the huge brown St. Benard that had its tongue out. Ashley looked unsure. "I dunno, why don't you walk the scottish terrier?" Ashley asked with a smile as she pointed at the small black scottie chasing its tail. Ethan made a disgusted look. "It's too small," he complained. "It's not size that matters," Ryan told him and attached a leash to the brown and black alsatian standing by. "I'll walk this guy." Ryan nodded.

A brown creature stepped out of the darkness upon hearing the sounds of thudding. The animal, the huge hound that watched him with predatory orange eyes. It was fucking huge. The hound's height competed with that of a full grown adult, that neither the buildings nor the darkness could shadow the beast. For one the big beast was brown, with not just any white but snow white trails guiding along it's brown fur. A sharp spear-like black mark that started from the eyeline of its eyes, passed the crinkles of the edge of the beast's eyes down to the start of its ear.

Even though she called out to it, it did not budge an inch and remained between Hilda and Alban. All of a sudden. a hand reached out to rest on Corrado's head while stroking it. Alban, who was wearing sunglasses, petted Corrado and said to Hilda warmly "It is called Corrado. The name 'Blackie' was simply derived from the word 'black' because of its black fur." At that moment, Hilda came to realize that the dog belonged to Alban. Thus, she hurriedly responded by laughing awkwardly. Meanwhile, Winnifred didn't seem happy either. After all, being put down by her uncle in front of so many people was not a nice feeling.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.