Hagrid's Dog Novels & Stories

Andy turned and nudged Oliver, who nudged Ashton, who shook his head and tapped me on the arm. “Mason, your pet’s talking to you." he remarked. I turned to look for her. I smiled a little, spotting her as she walked over. She had her rolled-up sleeping bag in her arms and wearing probably the least feminine outfit she could put together from my sister’s clothes. “Ain't his pet Ashton. So I suggest ya stop calling me that." Adder glared at Ashton walking up to me.

"It's going slow. I don't know, do you know anything about this woman? Is she gonna scream bloody murder when she sees a bunch of strangers inside her house? We don't even know the name of the rogue she was living with to even say he let us in." "Ah, yes we do. Turns out one of the rogue pack is Gina's mate. He's been filling us in on everything. The gray wolf's name is Paul. And last Ben, that's Gina's mate, the last he heard, Paul was about to get evicted. The woman was sick of him following her around. She had threatened to call the police. Too bad she didn't. She lives in Steve's beat and he would have been able to alert the pack sooner. Oh well. Ben had heard her name was Sarah, and he

Haden has vanished, and the griffin sleeps under an evergreen tree, his head hidden by a wing. “I sent Matron Aldar and Ophelia to fetch Master Tsertinand,” the Headmistress remarks. “His precognition is better than mine, so hopefully, he would be able to find where she is kept at.” “Master Tsertinand?” Leita and Kiran look at one another with horrified expressions. “With all due respect, Headmistress, must he be here?” Kiran questions, his voice holding distaste. “He is not going to take being dragged into a werewolf pack kindly.”

Hogwart, just shy of fifty, welcomed the future Laird of Coinnich into his home like he had done many times before. “What’s up with the dog, Celeste?” Hera asked as she accepted the water Celeste offered. “He trampled my tomatoes, that’s what! I had one this big.” She gestured with her hands to show the size. “It was just about to turn red.” “How did he even get into your garden?” Hera noticed the small fence around her precious veggies when she walked in. “The gate was open while I was tending to the plants. That mangy mutt just waltzed in like he owned the place and made a total mess. Hogwart really needs to take better care of his dog.”

And it was my turn to inhale sharply before I exchanged heated looks with the dark-haired Alpha standing stonily beside me. We finally had one of Alpha Alaric’s lapdogs in our grasp! This was it! This was the break we had been waiting for to finally be able to figure out what kind of sick fucking experiments the wicked Alpha was holding and put an end to his pack of misfits once and for all. “What a gem you are! Welcome to Hell Hagrid!” I whispered, tapping the bald beast that sneered at me on his wide bald head before motioning for the guards to cuff him.

Griogair gripped his dirk, wishing he had opted to ready his bow and arrow instead, but knowing it was too late to try. He’d have to hope for the best against the massive dog with nothing but his hands and a wee dirk. Just as the animal was about to crash through the bush directly in front of him a hare leaped from underneath it in a mad dash for its life. When the dog’s eyes and angle of attack shifted to follow the prey, Gair let loose with his dirk and it embedded in the hare’s neck, pinning the animal to the ground. The dog snarled but picked up the twitching hare. It looked towards the men, then at Gair and back again before finally deciding to take its catch to its master, as the beast

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

You are Iris' sister, Ivy! "After Iris faced trouble, I thought you had escaped. But I didn't expect you to still be in Twilight!" Ambrose said expressionlessly, "Place her in the cage with the fiercest dog." Ivy stared at him in disbelief. Her delicate face reflected fear. Soon, a cage arrived, accompanied by an exceptionally fierce Tibetan Mastiff. "Gerald, this male dog is in heat. It's so aggressive that it has bitten several people. We were planning to have it sterilized."

It actually reminded me of the Siberian wolves from movies. "It's not a horse nor a unicorn," Willy laughed as he joined us. My eyes widened when he touched the top of the cage and shook it. The animal stirred but didn't lift its head. "We found it the other day in the street wounded. It's untamed and really aggressive. He's under medication while we tend the wounds, and he's been sleeping for ten hours now." "Are you sure that's a dog? Is that a Siberian? A... wolf?" I never saw one in person, but I couldn't believe they were this huge. The animal was yet to rise on its feet, and I knew it would take a lot of space.

May the last man standing win. He got to a part of the large fence that was farthest away from the guards patrolling. They assumed no one would attempt to break in from there because that’s where the dog pens were, and they were right. The dogs were almost as large as some werewolves themselves, and feral, bred to kill and infused with black magic. A wolf was better off fighting wolves like himself than taking up Matteo’s hounds. But Caden wasn’t worried. The hounds knew him. He had played, fought, and fed them. They would never harm him. He just hoped they remembered his scent fast enough before ripping him apart first.