Lightskin Stare Dog Novels & Stories

Linux raised a glass to Sahara. Sahara was overjoyed, but she still stayed calm on the surface, and she inquired after the well being of him and his pets. Linux had brought a big yellow dog over. His dog was very well groomed, and with Pourl's collar on its neck, it looked low key luxurious. At this time, he was lying silently at Linux's feet and dozing quietly. "Wow, this Akita dog is so beautiful. Looking at its coat and appearance, it must be the offspring of a rare dog breed." Sahara praised the dog enthusiastically.

The masked man was holding onto the cyclops canine’s leash as the animal breathed heavily with his long tongue hanging out of his mouth. He seemed to be extremely excited now that he had found his target. He wagged his tail hard as he focused his huge eyes on Fane and the rest.

Circling him like sharks as he drops onto an overturned crate in the center of the room. He pulls a cigar from his jacket, lights it with a silver Zippo. The flame casts shadows across his face that make him look like something from a horror movie. The dogs settle around him. One on each side. Both scarred to hell. Ears torn. Faces marked with old wounds that healed wrong. The one on his left is missing half an ear. The one on his right has a slashed eye just like Tristan's. Milky white. Useless. They're monsters. Just like their master.

When I open them, I’m no longer scared. I shift... And for the first time… I shift totally. My dog's form is white. Pure white. My eyes glow silver. Everyone stops and stares. Even Morrana’s army stops... I step forward. And I howl. Loud. Powerful. Full of light. The shadows hiss and back away. We charge into a fight. Fangs meet. Claws slash. Wolves fight dark beasts. The air is filled with growls, cries, and roars. Silver light meets black smoke.

He said. Racheal stared on in confusion. Although what he said sounded plausible. She did not believe a word of it. Why would Skylar cry so much over a dog she had only known for two days? She looked at Steffan. He was looking at the screen angrily. He did not look convinced either. “Skylar, look at me.” His voice was a command. Skylar looked up from where her face had been buried in Hamza’s shirt, crying. Her eyes looked disturbingly unfocused.

“Good. Because I do.” He laughed under his breath. “Now that’s something I’d pay to see.” We walked in silence for a while, our footsteps echoing down the empty street. Then a low growl broke the quiet. A stray dog emerged from an alley, its eyes fixed on Adrian. The moment their gazes met, the dog whimpered—and ran. I turned sharply toward him. “What was that about?” He shrugged, but his jaw tightened. Under the streetlight, his eyes flashed—briefly, impossibly—gold.

After a moment, the dog got up and moved toward the door, his head low and the fur on his neck standing up. Frowning, Blake glanced at the other three, who were deeply engrossed in the movie. He returned his attention to Bear, who continued to act strangely. The dog had just let out a low growl when Blake saw a shadow cross the drapes shrouding the sliders. Rising quietly, he left the room, returning within moments with a shotgun at his side.

I paused, standing in the middle of the street as I stared at it—a dog. It had no collar. It was probably without an owner, but it looked so different from other dogs. I frowned. What was the sudden attraction to the dog? It was just a stray dog and nothing else. But when I willed myself to walk away, I couldn't. It's striking blue gaze left me in awe. It's silver fur stuck to its body like glue as it shivered, staring back at me. The dog literally locked it's gaze on me. It was unusual. And perhaps it was due to the fact that I was without an umbrella during such an heavy rainfall.

I said. A loud crash echoed from the front gates. I ran to the balcony. Below us, the Silvermoon warriors were lined up with silver spears. Beyond the iron fence, the forest was dark. And there, standing right at the line where the grass met the trees, was a massive black wolf. It was Kieran. His fur was matted with dried blood. The black veins under his skin were glowing with a faint, dark light. He was not howling. He was just staring at the window where I stood. He looked like a demon waiting at the gates of heaven.

The girl followed the direction pointed by his gun and saw something lying more than twenty meters away. "A dog?" She asked back, confusion was on her face because she could see that it was a living target. She squinted her eyes in hopes she gets a clearer view, and noticed that it was really a dog, it looked to be a golden retriever, but she couldn't say for sure due to the blood and wounds all over its body. The musclehead started laughing together with Kyla and Marc Goldwin. "No, it's not just any other dog. It has a glorious name!"