Literary Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

The rumpled chain-link and the scent of other dogs told Rhett that strays frequented the area, raiding the bins for food. He was much bigger than the average stray dog, and he ran the risk of getting caught, trapped mid-wriggle under the fence, but the position on the other side would be secure and he would be well hidden. He couldn’t smell Cameron, but he hoped that maybe he’d find his mate on the other side. With the Van Helsings distracted he decided to go for it and bellied down. The fence rattled and shook, making far more noise that he liked, and the bottom edge was ragged, catching in his fur, and burying through it to his skin.

It was revolting at first glance. Among the caged dogs, many were dogs with a pedigree like Nani. They probably got lost just like her. There were also some stray dogs. Dogs understood human emotions. At that moment, they all looked pitifully outside, aware of their fate. Even the ones pushed to the edge of the cage were trembling. The dog thieves had already been subdued. They were baffled. They had been caught by the police before but had never encountered such a large group of non-police.

“If you follow us home, I’m sure you can have some food.” Hana’s eyes glaze over for a bit and then she snaps out of it. She turns to Asha. “Beta Wendy says we can bring the stray.” The stray? What stray? I look around for strays. “Come on, we’re allowed to bring you.” Hana reaches for my hands. Realisation dawns on me. “Oh,” I say. “I’m the stray?” They press their lips together, and I frown, offended. But they weren’t wrong. It’s better to be labeled a stray than a rogue.

The military dogs bunched together, standing their ground against Summer's intimidation. Hayley shook her head at the standoff. She walked over and put a hand on Summer. "Let them go." "Woof!" Summer barked back, indignant, as if reminding Hayley that they had eaten her food for free. "Good dogs don't need to be tied down," Hayley said softly, rubbing Summer's head. She opened the gate and let the strays through. The pack gave her one grateful look before sprinting off. Even the badly injured one that Hayley had spent system points to save hobbled away, carrying a full piece of beef.

Aricka had received several texts from Allan and Jeff. The rogues were actually young adults lost in the war’s chaos. There were two injured and nearly thirty of them. The pups, as Edith firmly insisted on calling them, needed space to get clean. They were hungry and came with the clothes on their backs. Many were female, and they didn’t have any form of real leadership. They were there looking for guidance and a chance at survival without going rogue.

He raised his eyelids, pulled off the towel on his neck, and pulled out the notebook. He turned a page casually, just turned to the latest one. Jacob raised a little interest. He had no consciousness of respecting the kid's privacy at all, wrinkled his eyes sleepily, and swept it down. The title is "A Stray Dog"—— Wednesday, June 24, 2009, cloudy.

“Will there be a second date, though?” Emma shrugged. “We’ll see.” She looked at him. “So what do you have for me case-wise?” Camille rushed to the shelter, carrying Emily. There was a long line of people waiting outside. She swallowed, fearing she may not get a room. It wasn’t long until she was proven right as the doors were closed. She sighed and walked away with her daughter. Typically, they would find a semi-private place to sleep in, but she never felt safe those nights. She thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t feel safe most nights. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the address she’d been given. All her upbringing had taught her not to trust strangers, but sh

Before getting in the car, Vito stared hard at the estate windows, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. "What are you looking at?" Lorenzo wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Watching them get lost." My voice was calm. "I've already notified every family in the country. No one dares take in these stray dogs." Lorenzo kissed my earlobe, his tone chillingly cold. "The only place they can go is the lowest slum." Three days later, Lydia brought back firsthand intel. They'd settled into a rundown apartment on the edge of the city. A ten-square-meter pigeon cage with moldy walls, half the window glass broken, drafty as a whistle.

They went pale, their hands trembling as they tried to look busy. “Do you prefer to roam as a stray dog in the streets or continue working at the Grey company?” I asked. My voice wasn't loud, but it carried to every corner of the office. It was a death sentence wrapped in a question. Being a stray meant being cast out of the pack, losing the protection of the Alpha, and living a life of misery. I could see panic in their eyes as they returned back to their seats immediately. They looked like they wanted to disappear into the floorboards.

Before I could react, Eunice had already summoned a pack of Icefield strays. They were vicious, known for solving problems for people, especially punishing morally corrupt werewolves. Each of the strays was strong, their fur glinting with a cold sheen, their eyes sharp as blades. Charlie furrowed his brow when he saw them, but didn't run. Instead, he sank to his knees, the dirt beneath him digging into his skin. "Eve, hit me as you please! I'll take whatever punishment you give, if it makes you feel better!