Patronus Greyhound Novels & Stories

The guard stood beside the gazebo, silently scanning the surroundings. “Maura, can I ask you something?” I said, genuinely curious. “Well, go ahead.” “Why is he called Grey? Is that actually his name?” Maura burst out laughing, while Grey himself somehow managed to look even sterner. “Everyone got used to calling him that because his wolf is grey. His real name is Sergey. That’s just how it stuck.” I smiled. “And who gave him that nickname?” “Who else? Our Alpha, of course. If he gives someone a nickname, it stays for life.”

"I don't want her dead." This time, it was Deandra whose smile widened. "Is that the artist-and-his-creation protectiveness? How cute." She sneered at him. Swansea held out a hand to calm Deandra and she forced her eyes back to Kieran Masters. "Tell me about the information you have for us." "Um... The tenth Patron is dead." He said it out immediately. "She was killed by the blue wolf." The nine Patrons shifted uncomfortably in their seats as some folded their hands.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

I scrutinized him closely, searching for any hint of deceit amidst the plea in his eyes. Despite his seemingly genuine sincerity, I couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. After all, I had encountered individuals who excelled at concealing their emotions, much like myself. "What's your name, and which pack do you belong to?" I inquired, still unable to sense any bond with him. I roughly lifted his head, prompting him to meet my gaze once more, and he began to speak. "I'm from the Gray Hounds pack," he replied, and I nodded thoughtfully. The mention of a Crescent Moon member being connected to a Gray Hounds pack member was quite a surprise.

I delicately lifted my paw as if to shake Drew’s hand, ‘Oh my you are one well-trained boy’ He shook my pay enthusiastically and Jack hid a smile, ‘He’s awful big Sir, is he one of those dang hybrids my parents have been telling me about’ Drew was rubbing my ears as he spoke and Jack deliberately spoke loud enough for those around to hear, ‘Hybrid’s? Well I guess you could call him that. Sirius is a Wolf-Dog bred purely for Military purposes. He is stronger, faster and much more intelligent than any German Shepherd.’

Emily scooped up the wagging pup and shoved it toward Godric, who barely had time to grasp the puppy before she embraced Cedric. Godric glowered as she placed a light, excited kiss on Cedric's face. The poor rake was blushing deeply by the time she released him and reclaimed her gift from Godric. The puppy's pink tongue lapped her chin as she held it up to her face. Never in all of Godric's life had he been jealous of a dog. Cedric ruffled his hand through the puppy's fur. "She's an English foxhound. She'll need a lot of daily exercise, but she'll be the best hunter and the most loyal companion you'll ever have."

I got this German Shepherd. Spark, my tan and black German Shepherd, was a striking sight to behold. His sleek coat shimmered in the sunlight, a rich tapestry of earthy tones that shifted and danced with every movement. His expressive brown eyes held a depth of intelligence and loyalty that seemed to pierce straight to the soul, a sign of his unwavering devotion. He was more than just a pet; he was a loyal companion, a trusted confidant, and a cherished member of my family. At this rate, I think he is my only family, and I don't even mind it. I like it this way.

“Do you think she is hungry?” “I do not know. We just need to ask her first.” “Yes we should. We have enough for everyone” My sense of hearing was dimmer in the morning but i guess the remaining conversation they were having an argument on who was supposed to come and meet me. One of the pups jolted at me, using his soft fur to touch my skin. She was a hybrid and her fur was grey, lighter in the middle. She had grey eyes and she was beautiful, too beautiful to be a rogue.

RONN He slowly lowers the crossbow when I finish talking, but that hard glint does not leave his eyes. Grey, like stone, like clouds before it rains. Like mine. 'Say you ain't one of them freaks, eh?' he asks in a funny, clipped accent. I can only guess where he's from, and it's not this far south. 'No, sir, I am not,' I reply with as much honesty as I can muster. He grunts. 'Well, I suppose there's room for one more,' he says, 'But I ain't going as far as the city. Gotta drop stuff off at Patrain. Still got a little way ahead, but then, these beasts are the best I seen'. He reaches down and pats them fondly. Great black geldings that seem to listen or respond to his touch only. I've never l

He was looking at Serenity as if she was the most perfect little thing he had ever laid his eyes on. Aeon was just standing, not moving, but his eyes said it all. He liked what he was seeing. He was in awe of Serenity’s beauty. My wolf is a shade of light grey with a white stripe running along her stomach and very thick fur. Maybe because I was born in the North, a winter gray wolf. Aeon dropped to his knees and opened his arms, urging me to come forward. "Come here, baby…" His mouth was tugging at a very wide smile, his eyes never leaving mine.