Horror Dog Novels & Stories

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

"Do you wanna know what's going on or nah?" I gathered my senses and puffed a loud breath before following his steps downstairs. My eyes widened when we reached the wide, big underground and my jaw dropped when I saw a huge cage in the corner with thick steel bars. It was like a giant's white cage and there was a huge, brown dog inside, bigger than the usual dogs. It looked like a Siberian husky but bigger, as in bigger... like a monster, no! more on like a freaking werewolf! I stepped background as the dog howled so loud.

My chest heaved, my stomach twisting in sickness and regret. I kept moving, my legs shaky beneath me. Tears kept streaming, hot, unrelenting, blinding. I wiped at them, trying to see, but when my vision finally cleared. Something was there. A shadow moved ahead, low to the ground. My breath caught in my throat. As the moonlight hit it, my eyes widened. A wild dog. Its fur was ragged, its eyes glowing unnaturally. My whole body froze. I knew what these things were. Everyone did. They were vicious, evil, hunters that ripped humans apart for sport.

said Kyron while turning around. Suddenly the dog's neck appeared growing flesh that was writhing wildly. From the dog's severed neck emerged two new, fiercer, more terrifying, breathing dog heads. Meanwhile, the dog's head lying on the ground trembled, and new flesh appeared, which formed the new dog's body at a terrifying speed. The body immediately rose from a lying position. Horror coursed through Edmund's body. “Kyron! Watch out!” shouted Edmund in panic.

A creature with pitch-black fur stood on all fours, its head raised as if it were staring directly at her. Maera's eyes widened, her body freezing in shock. ‘No, this isn’t real,’ she murmured to herself. “Grim, or the Black Shuck—an omen of death.” Maera recalled her best friend's words from the other day. ‘No. That’s just a wild dog, not Grim,’ she whispered to herself and hastily slammed the window shut. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me or Grandma. Everything’s going to be fine. It was just a wild dog, not Grim,” Maera whispered again, trying to convince herself.

Demonic dogs certainly can. Holy shit. The world spins around me a bit, reminding me that I’m not one hundred percent sober yet. I’d say I’m never drinking again, but if I make it through the night, I’m going to need a big glass of wine. I plant both hands against the wall and take in a steadying breath. Pressing my lips together, I lean forward and listen. The dog-creature is here somewhere, lurking and waiting. And so is the black ooze.

His body didn’t move though. Dear God, he has canines. She could see the sharper teeth at close range. Like a dog’s or maybe a vampire’s. She guessed it had probably been some kind of canine breed. It could account for the terrifying growl that erupted from the back of his throat that eerily resembled a vicious dog. She hesitated, afraid he’d snap at her with those sharp teeth if she got too close. “Easy,” she urged again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

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

Just when she was about to take a bite, a large black shadow came barging into the basement. It was Josiah's pet dog, a Tibetan Mastiff, and because Meredith was scared of dogs, Josiah had his dog kept in the backyard and was looked after by Yena. The dog barked excitedly as it rushed toward Meredith. Meredith, on the other hand, was terrified at the sight of the large dog and shrieked in horror as she retreated to a corner. The large-sized Tibetan Mastiff was agile as it leaped onto Meredith and bit her arm. Meredith was instantly drowned in waves of piercing pain and feelings of horror.