Greyhound Novels & Stories

but I'm not really joking. Greyhound has always been a clean and shiny pack, I will not allow my husband to make us have to mix with trashy people.

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.

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.

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.

As the pier approached, Puddy put on a pitiful face, begging. "No." Once he had made a decision, there was no room for negotiation. "But last night, we went to Song's casino. Can't Dad use connections to get us in?" He was, after all, a dog lover and didn't want to watch the races to gamble; he just wanted to see the Greyhounds up close. The Greyhounds were considered the fastest dogs with an elegant and streamlined appearance and ran incredibly fast. He just wanted to see their graceful speed as they reached the finish line.

"Love, I think it's the medieval torturing devices that you saw. It may or may not induce your orgasm. You got horny after seeing my son's dungeon. I should be jealous until you decide to ride me and make me feel like a youngling." A black scary dog sat straight by my foot as if he was standing guard for me. It was too sweet. Wait, sweet? Ugh, I was blaming my vacation mode. I was going to ask Nero about the furry guard when daddy vamp's son explained. "He's Gergo, a Transylvanian hound breed. He's low maintenance, affectionate, playful, and most importantly trainable." "Right," I smiled at Lucius who was suddenly joining us in the large kitchen area where his human chef was preparing dinner

Emily scooped up the wagging pup and shoved it toward Godric, who barely had time to grasp the puppy before she embraced Cedric. Godric glowered as she placed a light, excited kiss on Cedric's face. The poor rake was blushing deeply by the time she released him and reclaimed her gift from Godric. The puppy's pink tongue lapped her chin as she held it up to her face. Never in all of Godric's life had he been jealous of a dog. Cedric ruffled his hand through the puppy's fur. "She's an English foxhound. She'll need a lot of daily exercise, but she'll be the best hunter and the most loyal companion you'll ever have."

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.

I want to stop it but I don’t know-how. In the distance. I heard a growl and loud breathing from hungry, wild animals. I stopped crying and listened to it. Their breathing is getting nearer and nearer and their footsteps are getting lighter and lighter. I looked behind me and I saw three-headed dogs. I think they are greyhound dogs; with their saliva falling from their mouths and their sharp teeth that is telling that they are ready to rip me apart with their red eyes staring at me. “No,” I whispered. I immediately stand up and run away from them but they run after me. They follow me wherever I go. I know they are faster than me, which is why I need to run fas