Lightskin Stare Dog Novels & Stories

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

The fucker didn't even blink. Breaking the staring contest with the owl, I resumed my pace. Under the moonlight, everything was bathed in blue hues. I quickened my steps and then suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. At a little distance ahead of me, I saw two eyes fixated on me. They were glowing bright blue and they were gawking at me. I was unable to see clearly in the dark but I could see the shape of the body attached to said eyes. It was an animal. Dog type. But a big one.

Susan suddenly turned her head and said viciously, "Who doesn't have eyes on purpose to trip me?" After saying that, I saw Mary Kinson, who was leaning against the wall leisurely with her shoulders in her arms, and there was a tiny light floating in the eyes of the good-looking fox, moving and indifferent: "The dog of Lavie Sue really barked happily, and barked incessantly in the early morning." Susan, holding the face of the hit makeup in her hands, rushed forward angrily and asked loudly, "Who do you think is the dog barking?" "Who should say who."

And that whatever it is, it does not include me. Mykhol turns back again, smoothly, as if the laughter is merely background now—his amusement spent, his point made. His gaze travels over the center of the hall and settles, at last, on the only two who have not joined in. Sir Celbest remains unmoved. Not so much as a twitch at the corner of his mouth. He stands rigid, wolf cane gripped tight enough that the tendons in his hand stand out beneath pale skin. The silver beast at the top catches the firelight from the pits beside him and throws it back in cold flashes—an animal’s head made of metal, staring forward as if it already knows the end of this.

I ask when we stroll over the kennels. “No.” “You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.” “What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me. When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.” I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”

The vendor glanced warily left and right, confirming no one was watching, before gesturing for the beastkin to approach. This was a wolfhound beastkin. He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. When he stood, he blocked out the bar lights, which cast a shadow over me. Before I could react, the vendor yanked the crude collar around his neck, forcing him to his knees before removing the rusty muzzle.

The spiked leather dog collar strapped around his raw throat restricted his failing airway, actively choking him with every violent shiver. At exactly six o'clock, the heavy metal gate of the kennel yard violently swung open. The loud screech of rusted iron pierced his bleeding eardrums. The massive Rottweilers instantly erupted into a deafening frenzy, aggressively throwing their heavy bodies against the chain-link fences, completely maddened by the smell of his blood. The sharp, rhythmic clicking of designer winter boots approached his paralyzed form. Kiara stood exactly two feet away from his bleeding head. She was wrapped flawlessly in a massive, pure white fur coat. Her dark eyes looked

Oh please, I don't wanna run repeatedly on the stares, not again. I stared at him with my lips parted while thinking about what could be my punishment this time. My heart thumped when he started making slow steps toward me until he stopped right in front of my face. I looked up since I was still sitting. My legs weakened. His stares were a lot darker today like he wasn't really in the mood for any inconvenience. "How long are you gonna be this irresponsible, Kira?" His teeth almost gritted like an angry wolf, staring at his prey. His dark brown eyes were burning with glittering stars that I tried not to get distracted by.

They also had three eyes, one positioned at the forehead and all of them glowing red like a stop sign. "Do not pet it," Amicus warned sternly as his shadow wolf named Nyx, sniffed her hand. "You do not want her to lick you. Their saliva can cause blindness." Kat retracted her hand and stepped sideward to avoid the dog, but she stopped herself at the last second. They were walking along a narrow cliff behind a hill, and one step could yeet her to the stalagmites below.

"He's a silver lab, and this is as big as he'll get. He can get scared by large crowds of people, but we've learned he warms up quickly." "Hi Loki," Ashlynn smiles and holds her hand out to the dog that's sitting by the back wall. The dog looks at her before slowly walking towards her and sniffing her hand. After a second he judges her hand with his nose so that it moves to the top of his head. "You're so cute." Ashlynn squats down to be closer to Loki and she scratches behind his ears.