No More Dead Dogs Novels & Stories

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

Her whole cheek swelled up instantly. "She left right after that. I've been feeding Antonio excuses every day to keep him from going after her. By the time he finally gets around to looking for her, she'll be long gone." She kept taunting Cecilia, laughing the whole time. "Besides, those international relief missions always go to the most chaotic countries. Who knows? She might already be dead in a ditch somewhere." I stood outside the door, paralyzed. Every word felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. She had made her kneel.

Julian exhaled deeply, shoulders relaxing for the first time that day. Elara whispered a prayer under her breath. But the room still felt heavy. Because even with the relief of the result… A woman had died. A broken woman. A lonely woman. A woman who had lost herself completely. Later that night, Elara sat with Julian on their bed, leaning against his chest. “Do you think this is really the end?” she whispered. Julian kissed the top of her head. “For us? Yes.” He squeezed her hand. “For Diana, for Lila… their stories are over.”

"Our daughter is missing, and all you care about is this stupid divorce? How can you be so cold-blooded? I need Grandpa to discipline you." At that moment, both our phones rang. A breaking headline appeared. It announced my grandfather's death. Mira went completely still. Tears spilled down her face. "Grandpa..." I said flatly, "Do you still believe what your childhood friend told you?" Then I played a surveillance clip I had ordered someone to pull on the way over. "Look carefully. Lily's ball did not fall by accident. He knocked it away on purpose." "Divorce. This is not negotiable."

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

He says sincerely. “Me too.” I husk not wanting to talk about it. I was ready to move on immediately and go back to MacTire. “We are very thankful for you and your team’s effort and ridding us of the creatures.” The mayor's lips purse. “Are we safe from all creatures of the dead?” He asks warily. “No.” I shake my head. “The horns will keep their kind and the devil dogs away. As for the ones that fly… Probably not.” I tell him honestly. “Can you have some of your men carry my dead officer back to town?”

A dog bark gets my attention, I face to the direction of the bark. A small black gaunt dog standing few blocks away, trying to scare the zombies away with its weak trailing bark, but they keep coming closer to it, all they see is food. The dog hurries away probably tired of barking, but it eventually runs out of luck, as another hoard of zombie in front got hold of it, I look away to avoid the horrible sight of a poor dog devoured into pieces. “Not even animals are spared" Mel says, I turned to see her holding two small plastic plate dishes.

“How did you kill that hellhound? No one has ever done that before.” He shifts his weight as he rolls up the goat skin into a tight bundle. “Like a wolf would. I tore out its throat.” I shiver even though I’ve done the same thing to numerous rogues. “But it was a hellhound. No one has ever killed one before. And the witches–” “They’re no witches left in the Deadlands, at least any witches that don’t bend the knee to the queen in Moonrise. Any hellhounds left are just roaming aimlessly,” he cuts in, moving on to packing up the meat.

Shivers run down my spine in response and I scurry over to the furnace where all the animals are currently laying about on the furniture and on their beds. Before heading off to bed, Im sure to fill up their water dish and give them all a loving pet on their heads. I also lock every door to the outside as well. My dogs are good at guarding the place, but I know that there's been some recent incidents with my neighbors farm animals lately. Only a few weeks ago, they found a dead cow- blood sucked dry- laying in the paster amongst the other cows. Not even a couple days later two of the kids; a young girl named Casey and a little boy named Tommy, never returned from an evening walk out to check

I glared at him, Jade took the remote and turned off the television “What happened you sounded urgent over the phone?” Jade asked “Hmm, guys there's a big problem” I said and all of them adjusted on their seats immediately “What's wrong?” Dell that has been lying down sat up and asked “It's the black wolves they claim some of their pack members have been murdered by one of our Packs so they have started to kill our pack members, this morning five dead bodies were found at White wolves pack borders, one belong to Westwood Pack member, two belonged to Northwood Pack member and two belong to White wolves Pack member, and something strange was written on their body”