Grim Reaper Dog Novels & Stories

Just as the two of them exited the grove, Cere came bounding up to them. His tongue hanging from his mouth. He pounced on her. Andi looked around to see if the old woman he lived with was nearby. Jace tried to help get Cere off her but the dog turned to him and growled. Jace noticed little flames in his eyes as he did so. Stepping back, he put his hands in his pockets. A simple question came to mind, could this be a hellhound?

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

Shit. “What the—?” I staggered back, my breath hitching as the figure emerged from the shadows. It wasn’t a werewolf but an abnormally large dog, its size almost monstrous. Its eyes screamed of pure carnage, a primal strength radiating from its very presence. “Good doggy?” I attempted to soothe it, backing away slowly. The dog let out an ominous growl, its muscles tensing. Nope, not a good doggy!

"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

If Kieran returns and finds out I lost her, I'm as good as dead. "Why aren't you listening? Stop being so difficult, mate!" The man roars and tries to grab my arm, but I slap his hand away. Why does that word he keeps repeating annoys me so much? I'm not his friend, and I refuse to become one. Vampires and dogs don't play in the same playground. "What the fuck is wrong with you, dog? I don't have food to give you here; we don't feed on bones and shit, so get the fuck away from here. I have shit to do!" I snarl at him as I toss another brick aside.

Surprised at the dog actions, Alexandra lowered her arm to grab her blade. The dog raised its head and howled. Alexandra took her chance and muttered something name, his s blade blaring a white glow. The dog looked down and growled at her, it's spit stuck to Alexandra face. She felt his face burn, forest dog spit can be poisonous. She swung her arm up but she only scratch the dog on it's belly. It moved back, running to stand on top of the boulder Alexandra had leaned against before. It bare it's white and yellow teeth at Alexandra, growling but not attacking. For a second Alexandr found it weird, but images of Prea were still fresh in her mind and she felt angry. Angry at herself for puttin

He runs his hands through his long black hair. His golden eyes stare at the vampire as he wears his disgust like a cloth. “I thought vampires loved the smell of a burning dog,” he says. “Oh, we do but at the same time we can’t stand the smell of a dog,” Adrian says. “The smell is how you know the living, but a dead thing cannot understand this. I don’t blame you, after all you were born weak and you had to die to become what you are now. Whereas we dogs are born as beast and we remain as beast till the day we die,”.

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

The young reaper did as he asked. As I held her at gunpoint, Griff approached the old woman’s dead body and placed a hand on her shoulder. By now, Fenrir had perfected the way we could extract souls. Since Griff and I carried his mark, we only needed to touch the dead body of a wolf, and their spirit would enter one of our crystals. “Did you send him to Hell?” the reaper asked, her voice trembling. I shook my head. “He’ll be somewhere in the middle of the Gobi desert. You guys can use your scythes to fly, right?”

" Andre asked as he squat before them. " A Russian tiger...." "A Russian Didar." He corrected. " A slip of tongue." She lied. Mr. Graham had always made the pronunciation sound like a tiger and she never bothered to confirm through the net what the original pronunciation was. "They are very rare, almost extinct. You must know much about dogs to know them." The huge dogs seemed to turn friendly with Andre already. Didar's were hard to handle, Mr Graham had even made her to take lessons about them before she could handle them. How was Andre able to do it with so much ease?