Novel & Cerita Human Faced Dogs

“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.

However, he was taken aback when Jack, with an unexpected gesture, offered his left front leg towards Miles instead. Chuckling softly, I reassured Miles, "Oh, that's just Jack being himself. He has this quirky habit of offering his paw for a handshake instead of his hand as most dogs do." Miles, intrigued by this unconventional greeting, tentatively reached out to shake Jack's paw. As his hand met Jack's soft, furry leg, Jack let out a contented huff, his eyes brimming with delight. Miles couldn't help but chuckle too, realizing the unique bond he had stumbled upon.

A person who was good at tracking and playing with the enemy was played by his target today. Although he hadn't figured it out how the other side knew about their existence yet. But this was no longer the point, and it was not the time to think about it now. "Today, I've suffered a great loss." Under great pressure, Head Dog actually showed a smile. But when this smile appeared on his face, it made people feel creepy. "A group of brainless idiots. All of them are a group of idiots." Head Dog raised his hand and pointed at shapeshifting demons in the air one by one.

While shocked could be the real name on each big noble man's face at the dining hearing Alejandro's degree, who seemed blank. While madam Genelia too spoke nothing against anything. The wild dogs? Was master Alejandro even serious? The wild dogs were African-Brazilian breed with the most aggressive traits in them, they feed on 5 kg flesh every single day owning the most wildest nature among dogs. Garcia's owned almost 50 of them. Just because those were master Alejandro's most deared pets. The charming thing about the wild dogs which caught master's eyes were that they can even feed on humans if they were angered even a slightest bit.

Her facial muscles relaxed as she looked at me, her eyes widening slightly. "Yah~ I just said I fear them. I didn't say I didn't like them. It's just that they're so big and..." She trailed off, casting a wary glance at the dogs. "Look, I'm happy," she declared, slowly approaching them and extending her hand towards the Doberman's head. She squinted her eyes and tentatively placed her index finger on his head. "He..he...Look" She offered a awkward chuckle clearly uncomfortable by their presence.

Eric was back where he had started, meters from where Robin had tried to attack him. The vans: that of Elias and Jacob was still parked there, one behind the other. The people, however, were gone. Only about a dozen or more dogs stood there now: big dogs with shiny fur and teeth that looked capable of ripping out flesh. They had various colours of fur, and although brown and black were pretty common dog fur colours, there were also some unusual ones, like silver and red.

‘What the fuck? One of them cursed drawing his gun, ‘I don’t know what that is woman but it ain’t gonna stop us taking you down’ He aimed the gun at the big ‘dog’ and then screamed in shock as the second ‘dog’ leapt at him from behind snapping its teeth into the arm holding the gun. It almost severed the hand from the wrist, the force of its bite more than twice that of the average dog. The other man drew his gun to help his friend and both wolves circled him and as soon as he raised his gun they attacked. He went down screaming just like his friend as their powerful jaws locked on his arm.

Her hand shook as she reached out and gently touched its neck. The dog did not snap or growl, and Jovie's fear ebbed away. She stroked its head, whispering words of comfort. "Big doggy, did the bad people take you too? Don't worry, my daddy will come for us soon. He's like a superhero, super strong. He'll beat up the bad guys and get us out of here..."

Someone wants to take my throne. I look up to see a tawny dog standing a few feet away. No, it's not a dog. My brain takes some time but eventually recognizes the animal. Wolves! Since it is unexpected, detection takes 1 second. I've heard of aggressive wolves in town, but have never encountered one. Even the other wolves are confused. I think they're coyotes though but I wasn't so sure. I don't know what animals think of me and honestly, theey smell human, but they see wolves. And when their nose decides they're fooling them, they look me in the eye and see a human being. When I encounter dogs they either attack or turn and run away. Wolves do neither. Raise his nose to sniff the air, ruffl

They would rather stay away from humans. "Dogman? Should we be afraid of it? Is it like the things we see on the internet? Do you think they exist? Are they like werewolves?" The woman asks. She grabs the man's hand, and he holds her. I did not mean to scare these poor folks. They all start closer to each other and start looking into the dark woods as if they are afraid.