Horror Dog Novels & Stories

But I was not willing to show such emotion since the girl here seemed to have shared a connection with the dead animal. “Can you save him?” Lance asked quietly. Sighing slowly, I leaned down. I placed a hand on the neck of the dog to check for a heartbeat of some sort. Even when we as werewolves could detect a heartbeat from three hundred kilometres away. They all watched me closely as I did an unnecessary check up for the dead dog. I tried hard to keep a straight face so as not to show my nonchalance. “It was bitten by an animal, not a werewolf. Probably hyenas,” I shrugged, announcing it to them.

She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Eden's eye. There, in the grass, was a small dog, a terrier of some sort, trotting along without a leash. Eden watched as the dog approached her, its tail wagging excitedly. As it drew closer, Eden noticed something peculiar – the dog's genitals were exposed, and it appeared to be in heat.

Well it looked like a dog species, but WHO ON EARTH SAW A DOG AS LARGE AS A HORSE! It wasn't a wolf either. It barely had any fur but it still had some. Its fangs and claws were as large as Noah's palms, its eyes pitch black orbs. It didn't look normal, considering its terrifying, unearthly looks and the way its body was giving off smoke as if it had just come out from the oven. Okay. Which rascal on this earth thought it funny to create an experiment like THIS?! How is someone going to defeat that? Inching closer, I walked backwards trying to put as much distance between me and that horrifying thing as I tried coming up with a plan. I needed to pull myself together. I have seen terrible thi

on the road surface. 'What the fuck is that?' One of the men glanced over his shoulder and froze in horror, 'Oh fuck.' He hissed grabbing the other man's shoulder and turning his head to face the nightmare behind them, 'Is that a fucking Wolf?'

One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out. The moment it locked onto me, eyes glowing that eerie, hungry green. It let out a snarl and lunged. I didn't flinch. Not because of the OP loot my family gave me—this time, I came armed with something better. Right before its jaws hit my throat, I whipped out my secret weapon: A mega-sized chicken drumstick. "Go! Drumstick!" I chucked it. The hellhound stopped mid-lunge, instantly shifting back to its true form—three drooling dogs barreling after the meat.

But when we stepped out and was able to see the horrors unfolding, I couldn’t help the shock that managed to break through my fighter's block. It was an image out of a horror movie, blood littered the floor from the dead and injured, people were attempting to get as high as they could away from the hounds who wanted nothing more to attack them. Scattered limbs lay all over the ground from people that unfortunately, couldn’t get away in time. The four hounds I’d raised since they were babies prowled the area waiting for someone to slip, which told me it was now or never. With a big breath of air, I scream. “CONGELAR!” I scream with such power and intensity, my voice echoed through the land ca

Dazed, Victoria stumbled to her feet, clutching her head as she tried to shake off the fall. Something moved to her left. She jerked, expecting to see the demon lunging for her. Instead a black beast stared her down from the top of the ravine with glowing red eyes. Victoria's eyes widened in fear and she took a timid step back. Its big body was shaped like a wolf but it was hairless. She recognized the creature from her books. A hellhound. Another one appeared, and then another, emerging from the snow like ghosts. I'm surrounded!

“Because if so, I’d rather leave now.” My heart sank. This was exactly the kind of situation we had been hoping to avoid—a small misunderstanding threatening to unravel all the progress we had made. “No one is taking your dog,” I assured her, stepping forward. “But we do need to figure out a solution. You see, dogs can pick up werewolf scents, and it frightens them.” Just to prove my point, I held my hand out closer to the dog, who began to squirm and snarl in the woman’s arms. The woman gasped, taking a step back, and I quickly withdrew my hand. The dog instantly soothed again.

Not realizing it wasn’t her, but the shadowy silhouette to her backside that it tried to warn her of. First pests, now rabid dogs? She’d have to make another call to animal control— The sudden yelp cut off all thought. Bestial hostility transformed to whimpering pain and fear, and she watched in silent horror as the dog was lifted into the air, impaled by an appendage of an otherworldly make of spiked terror. It was nothing she’d ever seen before. She couldn’t describe it. Couldn’t make sense of it. Could only stare in unmoving horror as the animal was torn to pieces, its blood soaking the trimmed lawn. Startling crimson against vibrant clarity.

If only Bradon was here, I will probably be dragged back to the mansion and punished but he wouldn’t actually kill me but if that shadowy thing was a tiger or a beast of some sort then I really might end up dead for real this time. A growl answered my call for Bradon, and I immediately knew that the figure hiding in the shadow wasn’t human. Instinctively, I took a few steps back. At that same moment, the unknown beast approached me, and I could see it clearly as it stepped out of the shadows. I gasped when I saw that it was a dog and not a very cute version of one. “Oh…” I murmured as my eyes widened. The dog was black, large, and its fangs looked so big as it continued growling at me. I had