Lightskin Stare Dog Novels & Stories

she continued and I buried my face in my palms. "I had no business with the werewolf world, Adam doesn't know that I was pregnant for him so who the hell would dare to take my children away from me?" I mumbled inaudibly as my tears fell freely. "Can you describe how these dogs looks like? Any significant thing about them?" Kenneth asked and she hesitated before finally speaking up. "They have lots of furs unlike normal dogs. They seem very huge and some had silver eyes while some dark red eyes" she described, leaving no doubts that the predators are werewolves.

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.

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

My hand shakes as my fingers quickly search my bag for the flashlight, my thumb finding the switch. I turn it on. The beam slices through the fog in front of me, guiding my legs as I take one step, then the next. And then, I see it. A massive black dog lying helplessly on the roadside. Its fur is soaked with blood. The sight hits me like a punch. Its body jolts hopefully as its silver eyes catch the light. They lock on mine. In that moment, everything in me goes still. It's not just the size. The animal is huge. Obviously bigger than any stray I've ever seen.

An excruciating pain made him step back, distancing himself from Adrian. "Who is it?" Noah shouted, looking in the direction from which the light came. There, a big black dog was leisurely approaching. The dog was approximately human-sized, and it sported a small white spot on its forehead. A faint blue light was emanating from the white spot. Obviously, the light had come from there. "What is that?"

“Think you can get this cleaned up and see if you can find us some clothes?” “And food. I’m starving.” As if to voice its agreement, my stomach lurches and gives a loud growl. Through the surgery door, I can see the sun has shifted and now streams in through the western windows. “And food,” I agree. “Maybe Tessa can help.” The little old lady dog waits just outside the surgery door, looking up at me patiently with her clouded eyes. She wags her tail, it’s white tip—called the shepherd’s lantern—tracing an infinity pattern in the air.

I spat out as I exhaled. Silence fell, broken only by my heavy breathing and the sound of the napkin rack spinning. Astakhov's gaze... The killer's gaze was fixed on me. The scent of his rage stung his nose, sending signals of danger to his brain. That's it, mercenary! Show your true face! Darkness completely filled the wolfhound's eyes. Dry lips twitched and tightened to white. The wiry hand tensed and the stand with napkins, having described the last arc, flew off the table along with strawberries. That was the response of the wolfhound.

As his voice fell, Zephyr Khan's speed suddenly increased to the extreme, as if he was afraid that the other party would run away and crazily rushed in a direction. Far away, roughly thirty kilometers away, A long roar suddenly rolled up. "God's Wings!" Following this long roar, the endless pure white light penetrated through an enormous black shadow like countless sharp swords. It was a fierce beast. Its body was as big as a hill. It looked like a giant dog, with strong limbs and an aura of power flowing from its body. It was a Rank 6 Fierce Beast called Three-eyed Demonic Dog! A blood-red mark was clearly seen between the Three-eyed Demonic Dog's eyebrows.

“I stood up and took a step back. The dog oozed the stench of an old bin bag full of rotten food, and that horrible choke-inducing smell you get when people burn sticks in their gardens. I retched and swallowed a bit of vomit, not wanting to throw up into the pit and onto the thing. It gave me that feeling you get when something gets into your chest. Know what I mean? As though if I had a soul it was trying to break out of my body to run away. “The dog had these bony legs, like they’d been squeezed, and the muscles just hung off it. The nails on its paws were broken too. But what hit me the most was how expressionless it was. There was something off, like it wasn’t real.” I choke up. I’ve ne

My breath caught as I saw them, wolves! Not just any wolves, but a pack standing silently in the darkness, their heads lifted high. Their eyes gleamed, piercing through the shadows with an unnatural intensity. One of them was larger than the rest, its dark coat broken by a streak of gold across its forehead, a mark so vivid it seemed almost painted on, impossible in the natural world. My heart hammered in my chest. The sight was impossible, something out of a nightmare, yet here it was, staring back at me with unwavering focus.