Patronus Greyhound Novels & Stories

“Understood?” “Yes, sir,” the guards responded in unison. His eyes flicked back to me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the anger or the control he wielded so effortlessly. Instead, I focused on my new companion. The puppy was a mixture of cream and light brown, with a soft patch of black fur near one ear. His eyes, big and round, seemed to hold a curiosity about the world that made me want to protect him from everything—even from Aiden.

"EMOTIONAL SUPPORT, Ethan." The third puppy is mostly black with tan markings on its face. The fourth is golden, like its mother, with paws that seem too big for its body. The fifth is a mix of colors—brown and white and a streak of something darker along its spine. The sixth is the smallest of the healthy ones, a pale cream color that catches the morning light. And then there's the first one. The fighter.

Curiosity overwhelmed Brendan as he wondered what could be in that place that had led Deirdre to bring him there, yet she seemed unable to follow through with her intentions to harm him. The protective suit was the correct size, and he changed into it soon after removing his jacket. Other than the stuffy feeling, it was fine. The owner opened the door personally after noticing that Brendan was done. Soon afterward, a dark shadow ran from the inside and pounced on Brendan in excitement. Brendan lowered his head and saw that it was a black greyhound. Its snout was pointy, and its tail was wagging high in an overenthusiastic manner.

My mom had been captured by rogues for the sole purpose of using and abusing the red wolf’s power, and Grey was determined that it would never happen again. ‘I can’t make any promises.’ Grey replied. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My wolf was unique. Although mostly black, his paws and a stripe on his chest were a dark red color. The color was so dark it almost looked black, but when the sun shined off of it, you could see the red hue to it. Grey liked to joke that it made him more powerful. I was certain it made him more of a jackass.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

As the pier approached, Puddy put on a pitiful face, begging. "No." Once he had made a decision, there was no room for negotiation. "But last night, we went to Song's casino. Can't Dad use connections to get us in?" He was, after all, a dog lover and didn't want to watch the races to gamble; he just wanted to see the Greyhounds up close. The Greyhounds were considered the fastest dogs with an elegant and streamlined appearance and ran incredibly fast. He just wanted to see their graceful speed as they reached the finish line.

“He’ll be somewhere in the middle of the Gobi desert. You guys can use your scythes to fly, right?” “Cathy.” Griff gave me a nudge. “Let’s go.” After saying goodbye to the old woman’s relatives, we walked out into the hallway and into the ward’s waiting room. Glinda and her eldest son sat side by side, the fur of both Hellhounds curling into white smoke. The puppy I’d saved from the brink of death had grown even larger than she had been during our first trip to Hell, and she traveled faster than even a vampire. Each of her offspring were either white or pale gray, and she always made sure to give special attention to her runts.

I could see Patricia through the window, casting a spell, her chants steady and loud as the wind blew harder. “Looks like she’s searching for something,” Kaden whispered. “Or hiding it,” I replied. Kaden and I exchanged a look. We were getting closer—Patricia had a lead, and with or without her cooperation, we were going to find out exactly what she was hiding. “Well whatever it could be,” Grey smirked as he put on his puppy eyes. “The softie in touch with his feelings, would get it out of her. One way or the other.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Charlotte wasn't one of them and I found myself disappointed by that. "You may pass, of course," he said, "but no pets allowed." Galleytrot growled, the most menacing sound I'd ever heard. Green power flowed down the length of him, rippling his fur. His huge eyes flared with red power as he seemed to grow and fill out, becoming the black dog of the Wild Hunt. He scared the crap out of me and he was my friend.