Human Faced Dogs Novels & Stories

She smiled at him as he shook his head at her. "Street dogs are dangerous, Adhri. They can bite you". "Oh please. Not all dogs are the same. Do you know how those street dogs look at humans longingly when they pet their special breed dogs? They deserve love too. They are much better than those breed dogs". An angry frown married her face as her fingers fiddled with her saree drapes as if she were angry with those owners. "Okay. Okay I understand. But be careful. Don't touch them and just feed them". Saying that he went into the washroom and she took the leftovers with her to the outside and put the food near to the tree and soon dogs were rushing as she went inside.

(Izobel’s POV) Resembling the marking of the fox, our eyes widen, seeing a large canine in front of us. It was growling, ready to attack as the golden dog protected its puppies. I counted its offspring from afar. Three. This must be the dog Clayton saw, and it went back inside, sensing the danger of humans around. Maned wolf bears have similarities to foxes, but it is neither fox nor wolf. Right now, it was showing aggression because we went inside his territory.

He snarled, showing the sharpness of his canines and premolars – a signal that humans did not identify the same way as a supernatural would, but that their instincts recognized none-the-less. Shaun backed up, his hands raised, palms up. “Rhett,” he said. “Look, mate… I don’t know what you’ve heard…” Rhett’s swing smacked into Shaun’s cheek with enough force that he knew he’d knocked a few teeth loose at the very least. Shaun spun under the blow and hit the ground hard. He picked himself up slowly, drooling blood, which he wiped away with the back of his hand. “F-k Shaun,” one of the humans said.

Excruciating, dreadful pain. As soon as Helion walked in, the dogs desisted from their meal and walked to his side. They purred around him like cats did, begging for his attention. He gave it to them, rubbing their furry heads and bodies. After a few seconds of running his fingers through their fur, he snapped his finger and they returned to mercilessly devouring the man's insides. “These are my pets.” He muttered casually. “If you're scared they'll come after you, they won't.”

Brandon responded, trying so hard not to laugh. I looked at Blake, who had his hand clasped over his mouth. I sent Brandon a glare. “Mr. Knight, chihuahuas are very aggressive dogs, it took a lot from us to capture this one. We found him near the fence….” I nearly lost my mind. “You call this an intruder. A freaking dog?” I went off on both of them. “That's man's best friend, Mr. Knight. Dogs are human like,” Blake spoke. These two were acting out of character. I paused watching them snicker.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly, blinking hard as if that would reset reality but it didn’t. The sight remained unchanged. Black armor now covered the illusion dogs’ bodies as they barked softly, tails still wagging despite their imposing appearance. Protective plating shielded their vital areas. Even their heads were fitted with reinforced tactical helmets. They no longer looked like ordinary pets. They looked like elite military beasts. Ding! {Only monsters and individuals with abilities can perceive the dogs. Normal humans cannot detect them.}

He could feel all ten fingers, her palm supporting his whole body. He had never experienced being held like that by a human. He was so high from the ground. If he fell, he could really break more bones. But he looked at her face. She did not look like she was about to do that. She then held Polly with just one hand and opened the crates of the three large dogs one-by-one. Ordinarily, Polly would really feel intimidated and scared. He was less than a quarter in size as compared to them. They could easily hurt him with just a push. But she never let go of Polly.

He rocked the dumbbell effortlessly and slowly, adding to his already fit tattooed biceps. He is very muscular. I am instantly reminded of his height. He feels like a tower when close. One of the dogs reached for his face, making him move his face away a bit but he caressed the dog's head. God, why does he have so many dogs? And dangerous ones too. Pitbull and Doberman. I haven't seen them this close before. Everything about him screams danger and it makes me very uncomfortable. And..... And terrified. The boss reached for his phone that is next to him.

-He shouted at the top of his lungs. "It's like in my dream," the woman thought as she ran. She looked back to watch the dogs. These ferocious canine beasts were the ones that scared her the most. She wanted to believe that in a hand-to-hand fight with Ciro she had a chance of coming out victorious. But if the dogs pounced on her, she really wouldn't have a chance. To her relief, the dogs were calm. Azteca and Taliban played oblivious to the rest, while Lorna lay on the grass with her head raised and her ears pricked, watching her with a curious look. Neither of them had any interest in attacking her.

Most of them listened and walked slowly toward where we were going to give them shelter. The ones with big heads, led by the one who broke my window, pushed my patience to the limit when they lunged at one of my people and bit his hand. I half-shifted and grabbed the wolf, pinned it down, pulled out his throat, and threw it in front of everyone. They go back, but one of the females stays behind. Who is in charge of these dumb dogs? I was curious, but I already knew the answer.