Human Faced Dogs Novels & Stories

Beaten dogs should never make eye contact with their master. "Alright put some tables together." Grumbled the lead man. "You woman Bring us some drinks." "I'll get you you're drinks when it's your turn." She said completely unfazed by the group of armored men "Wha- Excuse me!?" A man turned to her rage rapidly spreading across his face. "No no it's fine." The lead man said with a fake smile plastered to his face. 'She's pretty damn good looking. Plus we're under strict orders not to cause problems.' He thought to himself.

— These weren’t normal dogs. The the Cromwell family had raised them since birth, feeding them raw meat to train them to attack people. Even the villagers avoided them. They had never backed down from anyone before. But now— The old man blew his whistle again, calling them back— “Hey! Come back! Here!” But they never stopped running. They would rather die than return. Because sometimes, animals had a better instinct than humans. They knew who could be messed with— And who was untouchable. This wasn’t a girl. This was a grim reaper.

My fingers hesitated on the edge before tearing it open. Photos split out. Dozens. I sifted through them with slow hands. Pictures of enormous creatures, some sleek, some hulking. Fangs exposed. Eyes glowing. Some red. Some gold. All vicious appearing looking dogs. My breath caught in my throat. Confused. I looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. “What is this, Jim? Dogs?” I asked, lifting a picture and turning it sideways with a raised brow towards Jim. He stepped forward, his tone changing. Soft. Dark.

Then he continued: "Dogs walk on four legs, not two legs. I have knee pads for you to use today. You also have these special mittens. The mittens do not have fingers in them, because dogs do not have the dexterity that humans have. These will be the paws for your front feet". Of course, dogs do not wear clothes, but then neither do you- at least not here." He handed me the dogs' paws and I put one on my left hand. It was a bit of a struggle to put the second one on my right hand. Using my teeth, I eventually managed to do so.

“The Death Inquisitor has so many inspirations. Each time, he can find a different way of execution. This one’s a different disgusting way!” Meanwhile, at the New York Police Department, everyone’s face turned pale. “F*ck! These people are simply mad dogs!” Willie’s face was full of horror. His strong heart was also trembling. Judy chewed on the doughnut in her mouth and said, “Crazy dogs are so cute compared to them. They are said to be the best friends of humans!” “Judy, can you still eat? Open the bullet screen to cover it!” Ross said.

I tried again. Handsome guy and his happy, energetic dog stood there watching the whole drama. Both of them had big grins on their faces, looking extremely amused at my predicament. Taking mercy on me, the man finally said, "It doesn't look like you are going anywhere for a while.

People from the other Ark bases were shouting at Hayley now. "Ark One, what are you doing with all those dogs if you're not using them to clear the way?" "Yes, exactly! Do you expect our people to die instead of your dogs?" "They're animals! That's what they're for!" The moment Hayley heard that, her temper snapped. She stopped dead, dogs in hand. The others yelled, "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" "Send the dogs up front. Now!"

Cheyenne was staring, and she knew she was staring, but she couldn’t look away. “Ma’am!” Cheyenne shook the inappropriate thoughts out of her head and focused. “Y-yes! What seems to be the problem.” “Our dog! He’s been shot.” It was then Cheyenne realized they were both holding a huge wolf at both ends. The beautiful gray fur was stained red from its own wound. “Bring it to the back.”Cheyenne said, urgently. She rushed to the back where her clinic office was as the men followed. Once in the clinic room, Cheyenne was all over the place to get what was needed to dig the bullets out.

The man, Darius Coombs, offers me his hand, and I glance at my friends, then the dog, who takes one look at me then launches himself at me like I'm an old friend. There's absolutely no menace or aggression in him whatsoever and even if there had been, he's only half the size of the creature that chased me. Darius doesn't attempt to restrain the dog as it throws itself at me over and over, rubbing its body against me and licking my hands, he just stares as though he can't believe what he's seeing.

She almost fainted at the sight of the large wet tongues and the white fangs of the panting feral, furry beasts with black, brown fur. They had dogs?! And not just any dogs...Rottweilers! And the look in their eyes was very dangerous. They were going to...