Greyhound Novels & Stories

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

I saw the glint of the knife and those strange markings on it. I said a brief prayer and started running. The tunnel was wide, musty and dark. A rat passed my leg and I jumped with fright. Something told me rats were going to be the least of my problems. My right eye had lost its sight so I was left to navigate with my left eye. "Six", he called out. His voice was faint, very faraway and I believe I would soon be out of this tunnel and into the arms of freedom. I was running as fast as my weak legs would take me and ,I assure you, I was going fast.

He was either hunting for stones or wood to build with. "I see" I nodded withholding myself from nosing up in his business. "How are you certain then that this is a white wolf? They were all wiped out" I say cunningly "You really doubt me, don't you?" He asked "I don't completely believe you, and if that translates to doubt then, Yes " I replied staring further at the picture. It was a wolf but she wasn't white. It was a grey hound breed and I knew it was Aunt Jasmine. What business could they possibly have with Stones and Sons? I wondered

The animal obediently landed on the ground and stood in a rather elegant fashion beside Emiel. "She's Greja. I rescued her during one of my missions. You can say she is more or less like my lover." Emiel chuckled, introducing the animal. Ivoryina gasped again and shouted in a shrilly voice. "What? Lover?" Roy was partially shocked but from the breed, it seemed to be a standard breed of poodles. From what Roy knew, poodles are the kind of dog breed that usually lonely people kept. Poodles are very attached to their master and cannot bear to be left alone for a longer time.

I say to Frank as Alia and I walk over and stand next to the others. "Shut up cousin, because when I'm done kicking his ass you're next." Frank points over at me before they both shift into their huge grey wolves. Freddy, Frank, and Fin all have grey wolves. Freddy wolf is a darker grey than Frank's and Fin wolf is an ashy grey.

She peeked her head up to look at them through the door window, confirming they were the two from earlier. One was a Scout breed, bred by the Aliane to track anything no mater how old the sent was. Once they picked up on the trail the only ways to get them off it was either to start a fire around the area or to shoot them. The other was a Hunter breed. Hunter breeds are stronger than the Scout breed, so they were often paired up. The Scout would track the target while the Hunter would chase it down. The third breed type is Soldier; a K9 bred to be large and strong, used almost exclusivly during raids and battles.

he says, “You’ll see!” Andrew opens the crate with a flourish, and Spike leaps out. I have to say, this dog looks intimidating. Hellhound is of indeterminate breed. I think there’s some English bulldog in his genes somewhere, but I’m unsure of the rest. Spike is a pure German shepherd. He’s even bigger than I envisioned, and his body condition is impressive. Shiny coat, powerful legs, and huge teeth. He will terrify any potential intruder through his appearance alone! “So you want to see him in action,” he asks, obviously hoping that I will agree,” I can show you ‘attack’! I’ll grab the training dummies!”

Charlotte McCartney At the stable “Now here is Aussie. She's a Fallabella, one of the rarest breeds in the world as well as the rarest breed of horses we have here. Isn't she a darling? And here is Rawrunner we call him that because of how fast he runs, he has won every single race we have signed him off he's more less my favorites”, George said moving from horse to horse. It was obvious that George was having more fun on this tour than most of us. Clearly the boy loved his job.

"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

At our son's first birthday banquet, my husband, Luis Danforth, stood up in front of everyone and announced he was bringing another child into the family. Then his first love, Cathlene Richards, walked up cradling Luis's "illegitimate son." "Luis, thank you for giving our child a home." The room erupted into murmurs. My in-laws just nodded, looking relieved. The whole world took their side, calling me, the wife, cruel and small-minded. Luis crossed the room and threw a paternity test in my face. "Layla, sign it. Let him take his rightful place in the family. It doesn't matter how much you cause a scene. This is ironclad proof." I looked at the report, at the line confirming a "biologi