Human Faced Dogs Novels & Stories

I witnessed something that made me see the evil Kante was talking about. Because, beyond the loud mumbling and jeers while the huge dogs tore apart the limbs of a helpless man, all I could see was the vicious smile that covered Alessandro’s face.

"If you don't open your mouth then I have to add on... I have uncountable boxes and I don't mind sitting here and unboxing all of them..." He mocked. "But are you ready to take it?" She shook her head. "I swear, I don't know about her" He gestured for another box which had rats in it. Aria didn't break through that either. "Bring them inside" Rafael ordered. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw two big dangerous dogs. "You know what I like about dogs?" He patted the animal. "They are loyal... Smarter than humans. They know when to start and when to stop!"

Ariel ordered, referring to the hefty guards at the door. The ferocious hounds were let in. Their huge tongues were out as saliva dripped out. They had a scar on their face, similar to the one on Curtis' face. The hounds shared one huge body, with three separate, large heads. They ran their tongue on their enormous, deadly fangs. Curtis stood up, walking towards the hounds and kneeling before them. The whole place went silent, as they watched him. He patted their heads gently, and their gazes softened as they leaned onto his palm.

Alan moved behind the food preparation table, putting it between him and whatever was coming. On the edge of the shadows that cut across the floor, the two black dogs appeared. They were lanky, appearing to be underfed, their skin appeared shiny black almost like they had no hair. Their eyes glowed red, not wavering as they sized up the humans behind the metal table.

I did not notice it previously but some creatures are coming out from the tree line. I do not know what they are. They appear to be dogs but they are bigger than any other dog I have ever seen. They are wild, they are moving to that couple,they are growling and barking at them. I tried to shout but no one could hear me. The man stands in front of the woman and shields her from the big dogs.One of them charged towards them, the man brought his arm in front of his face and bent his body then threw the dog in the opposite direction. All other dogs start moving towards them. Their hackles are raised, jaw clenching ready to attack any minute.

They start to feel discouraged as they search, but then they hear a bark. The bark came from an alleyway nearby, and as the group members approach, they see a small, brown-and-white dog running towards them. The dog is wagging his tail and jumping up at them, and they realize it's Max! The man whoops with joy, and he drops to his knees to greet his beloved dog. The group members watch as the man wraps his arms around Max, and the dog licks his face with pure affection. It's a beautiful moment, and they feel privileged to have been a part of it.

I head in her direction, fully aware of the ridiculous smile on my face as she traces me head to toe with her own eyes. 'Look all you want, sweetheart. I'm all yours.' I think to myself. I lengthen my strides to get to her quicker when she gets the most adorable, confused look on her face. Does she not smell me? Surely she knows I'm her mate. Maybe she didn't want a mate. I get closer to her and inhale deeper. Then stop in my tracks. She's human. "Ah, fuck!" I mutter.

The number of caged dogs riding there took my attention. I observed that the drivers outside of the truck were taking a break and drinking water. My soft spot for pets was what made me get out of my car to approach them… "Uhm, good morning, Sir. What happened to these dogs, and where are they going to be taken?" I approached the two middle-aged men. I glanced at the dogs, some of them were barking, some were quiet, and many actually had sad expressive eyes. Some were even looking at me as if telling me to help them though they didn't have the ability to speak as humans do.

Two Czechoslovakian Wolfdogs, named Skipper and Private, were still digging when they suddenly bumped into a hand that reached out. The man had originally wanted to grab the stick next to him to deal with the two stupid creatures, but when he saw that hand still moving, he raised an eyebrow slightly. He reached out and pulled the person out. Women? Skipper was larger in size, the two dogs had been professionally trained since they were young, wild yet also understanding of human nature. And they stand up to almost the height of an adult, can scare people when they go out, plus a body full of tendons, they look strong and beautiful.

he said, stepping forward. Ow ow owoooo!!! Upon smelling the presence of humans, a few of the ferocious battle hounds became agitated. They opened their mouths wide, baring their sharp fangs as they pounced over in a frenzy. These dogs were bloodthirsty as well. After being tortured by Stephen and the others in the dog shed all night, they wanted to vent their frustrations on these newcomers. Bam! A punch was thrown out. That sturdy and powerful metal glove was smashed heavily into a battle dog’s head. With a crack, its head was smashed and half its brain turned to mush.