Novel & Cerita Lightskin Stare Dog

that he was rich. The woman was stylish. She wore a pale blue oversized T-shirt half-tucked in her shorts. Her hair was colored burgundy, and she was fair and supple-skinned. Even with sunglasses so big that they covered half of her face, one could tell that she was beautiful. The pretty woman held a strong German Shepherd. As if knowing that its owner's status was extraordinary, the dog was not scared despite the crowd. It scanned everyone around it with a cold glint and panted. As it stepped around, it looked up to growl as intimidation from time to time.

Next to him is a black Lab with friendly brown eyes and a wagging tail. “Ken,” the man says, and I shake his hand. The next guy, a dude with a man-bun and a Golden Retriever, is called Adam. Then there is Shawn, a blond with an Alsatian, and the girl, Serena, with her Collie mix. Then the last guy. The nugget on the far left. Our grip locks. His is stiff. Deliberate. Cold. Ice-blue eyes pin me, and there’s a look in his cold stare I can’t place, but don’t like. Familiar in a way that makes my stomach tighten. A vein ticks in his neck.

I vowed, pulling the hood of my cape back to show him my raven-black hair and the red-eye ring that glowed on my finger. The white hair and brows on Ronan made him look intimidating, but Kiernan was another ball game entirely. It didn't take a diviner to see why the Infinity wolves kept well away from the Shadows. They were deranged and dark. My kind of party. “Stake your life on it.” Kiernan barked, the smile that had been on his face earlier disappearing into a hardened mask that made him look more beastly than human. My throat drained of moisture as I watched him release the maiden’s head before she plopped to the floor, her face drying up and wrinkling like she was a thousand years old.

The hunters shouted in frustration, their commands growing erratic as their creatures faltered. Vivi stood, her hands glowing with golden light as she extended them toward one of the wolves. The Starfire energy rippled outward, brushing against the creature like a summer breeze. Its movements stilled completely, and for a fleeting moment, Lexa thought she saw recognition in its amber eyes—an ember of something buried beneath the surface.

They had various colours of fur, and although brown and black were pretty common dog fur colours, there were also some unusual ones, like silver and red. They looked like stray dogs, although Eric couldn't really tell. They were much cleaner and looked much healthier than stray dogs though, and Eric narrowed his eyes, unable to see much in the darkness. Curiosity got the better of him and he took a step forward, snapping a twig in the process. One of the dogs' head shot up and looked in his direction, and he saw the eyes of the dog glow. That's no ordinary dog, he thought.

I don’t know if it worked or not, however, it wasn’t him who turned to meet my eyes. The lady, who, at that moment, appears to be listening to Cynric speaking, turns to look at me and stares with an indecipherable expression. I can’t tell if she’s annoyed or simply curious but it is unnerving nonetheless because her eyes—which are striking gold ones that I can see even from this far—are turning darker and blacker the longer she stares at me. Kaan (well, in this case Cynric, who was speaking to her at that moment), notices her distraction and turns to look at what has caught her attention.

Alex glanced over at the doorway again. The skinny canine skulked behind the corner and peered at him with those yellow eyes. The week was almost up, and the mutt would finally be gone. He didn’t like the way the dog followed him around and watched every movement. He didn’t act like a normal dog who barked and wagged his tail and slurped water. This one

He had heard of a talking wolf before, but not a talking dog. The dog stepped back and sat down on its butt. “Glad that you’re looking okay. Did you see any auditory hallucination in your view? Because you fell down pretty hard on your head. I just want to make sure.” The only hallucination I’m having is seeing you being able to talk. Shawn monologued internally while he eyed the dog’s moving golden tail that brushed the tatami floor behind it. The dog is that of a Golden Retriever breed; a big breed of dogs with slightly thin nuzzles and lustrous golden coat. The dog in front of him has a coat that looks like it has been taken care of very well. Was the dog perhaps has an owner? If it does,

Her skin was an exotic shade of brown, richer than those born and bred, with limpid, sloe eyes that twinkled when she smiled. "Our illustrious master hates them looking scraggy," she looked amused as the dogs fought to see the bowl before turning their noses up upon finding only water, most of which now spilt over the side to cool her feet. "I doubt he'd be too judgemental over a knot or two though, he knows how stubborn they are. The only time I recall him being furious was when the one in charge had not bothered to tidy them for weeks."

That’s not really eating you, it’s just removing you from its territory and wouldn’t come under hungering for the taste of flesh. “Gino. He likes to think he’s funny and called this poor mutt the missing link. Some joke about Lex not being human or some shit. It stuck and now we all call him Lync.” He rubs him one last time and then straightens up to make a move. The dog rolls back to a sitting position and immediately turns his eyes back to me. Intimidation at its finest. The thing doesn’t even blink and I squirm uncomfortably and look away.