Literary Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

“I don’t have any money.” The man quickly hurried off. Caitlin looked around the square, and noticed street artists everywhere, all trying to get people to pay them. And then she noticed something which alarmed her: packs of wild dogs. They combed along the sides of the square, rifling through trash, and she saw one dog stop and look her way. It seemed to focus on Rose—and soon, it was trotting in their direction.

Most of them were women with kids and they looked sick too. "Oh those are the people who come here to seek medical help, most of them are strays," Mr. Jim said. Strays are werewolf and Lycans shifters who are let their packs for different reasons, most of them survive but some let their inner beasts take over and become feral, "They are staying just outside the main gates... in the forest," "Why aren't they getting help then?" I ask. "Well, they do sometimes but they come back again with more injuries or illnesses, the cold just worsens their situation," He responded sadly.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air. I smirked coldly at their entangled bodies and pressed "save" on the recording, thinking, "James Fullman, enjoy the calm before the storm."

Sniffing the air, I immediately knew who the scent belonged to. A stray dog? I almost chased after the sound, but I didn’t have much time to act because six stray dogs appeared in front of me, smiling through their teeth while their dark eyes stared at me from head to toe.

She was surely, ashamedly helpless. *The stripes left by the whip were not healing. There was no silver in it - the sting would be different - but still, they did not heal. She could feel the warm rivulets of blood cascading down her back, painting her legs a startling red in the harsh glare of the fluorescent light.*

“This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.” ‘WHEN CAN I KILL YOU? You made me a pet, a fucking dog?’ I yell through our mind link. As they continue this absurd conversation, my beast continues to think of all the ways we will torture Giovanni before killing him. “No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” Omerta moves back as she says that, and my beast is furious, and I almost keep it from growling. My agitated beast is fuming because this stray doesn’t want to touch us, and he thinks she doesn’t find him attractive. WOW, just WOW.

She told him. Ryan nodded. “I’ll bring her tomorrow.” He told her. She nodded slightly and went away. ‘I wonder…’ she thought as she walked away from the alpha. ••• “Did you have fun today?” Lillian’s mother asked her. “Yes. I met a white dog today, and it had super soft fur.” Lillian told her. She was laying in her bed, ready to go to sleep. “Lily, I have warned you that stray dogs are dangerous. What if it bit you?” her mother scolded her.

Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community. The air clung to our lungs, thick with the stench of resignation and decay. The lack of hope whispered through the neighborhood, woven into the very fabric of its existence. Dilapidated buildings leaned precariously, barely standing against the weight of broken dreams and shattered promises. The windows, grimacing with broken glass, bore witness to the struggles endured within, their jagged edges reflecting shattered illusions of prosperity.

The answer looked at Aiora mockingly. Then the sound of a dog barking from inside makes Aiora turn towards the sound, surprised to see a husky dog ​​running towards them. "This is her cheating on me." Ellthan said welcoming his beloved dog. Aiora looks at Ellthan in disbelief who is petting the dog fondly. So he was lied to again? Damn Ellthan. "You want to get acquainted with my affair?" Ellthan asked annoyingly looking at Aiora who looked annoyed at him.