Romans & histoires Power Of The Dog Book

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR _RYKER_ I remember how she always told me after, I discovered these new abilities. 'You are a powerful one, Ryker,' she said. 'Do not be afraid to embrace your gift.' I was helping with the cleaning one day, dusting off old shelves and shuffling through stacks of ancient tomes. That's when I stumbled upon it - a book bound in black leather, adorned with strange symbols and markings. The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'.

As for the rest of my punches, they landed on areas that wouldn't be easily found. After all, he was the chairman of Kingsley Group. Hence, it might lead to a series of troublesome events if I left too many bruises on his face. Half an hour later, my parents-in-law and Oliver were all easily subdued by me and sat on the sofa listening to my lecture. "Maybe you all haven't heard that I was born with superhuman strength. So, don't try to rebel against me. I am stronger than you think. Men are not the symbol of strength. I am.

- I said this sentence to myself, and even though I didn't believe it, it made some sense. I fell asleep, agitated and confused, I couldn't get the quiet I needed. The wind and rain outside didn't help me, and the feeling of being watched overcame me and didn't leave me alone. I stood up and grabbed a book, the footsteps on my porch made my heart pound in my neck. I looked back and there he was, looking at me with his bright eyes and wet hair. The look that could finish me off in two seconds and his fists clenched.

"You will watch while I rule, powerless and vulnerable as the dumb human you thought I was. They will not be allowed to die, and even if they are weakened by the lack of powers, I forbid them to die. And all they will do with their lives will be to suffer, cry, scream, and they will never be a drop of happiness as long as they exist. I condemn you to be devoured by my dogs, and to live trapped in their bowels until the end of time. Before Kyra and Jensen could say anything, again awakening from the trance that my words caused him, the throne room was destroyed when one of Cerberus' heads "my dog and protector of the gates" emerged to the nearest corner where I was, on my back. Dust and small

My tongue obeyed, but the word echoed within my mind, just below the surface. My gaze couldn't help but be drawn to his demeanour – he exuded a remarkable sense of self-control. There was a calmness about him, a sense of mastery over his instincts. It was no wonder he had achieved the status of Cain's Alpha at such a young age. I observed him closely, noting that not once did his wolf's influence flicker across his features. The question loomed: Did he already belong to someone else?

"Hey, do you want to get back at the man who hurt you?" Logan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at me with alarmingly bright eyes. "Yes." A vicious smile curled on my lips as I lazily tilted his chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Then become my lapdog, and I'll give you everything you want." Logan lowered his head and fell silent. Just as I grew impatient and was about to turn away, he reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Woof." From then on, Logan became my most devoted lapdog.

I’d been so caught up in the dog’s presence, in its impossible normalcy, that I hadn’t thought to test whether I could command it like I could the mice and spiders. Part of me didn’t want to. Part of me wanted to keep this interaction pure, untainted by the strange power I didn’t understand. But I needed to know. “Sit,” I said softly. The dog was already sitting, so I tried again. “Stand up.” The dog stood immediately. My breath caught. “Turn around.” It turned in a slow circle and sat back down, looking at me expectantly. Oh. Oh, this changed everything. If I could command a dog—something bigger, stronger, more dangerous than a mouse—what else could I control?

How could it be so fierce now? "It killed a Caucasian dog with royal blood in one bite?" It was too ridiculous. It was like a dream. "Impossible. This is absolutely not true. That Chinese rural dog is very ordinary. Its hind legs are even broken. How can it be so powerful?" Some people couldn't believe it. "Yes, I saw that dog clearly. It was just an ordinary field dog with no ability at all. If it were really powerful, its hindleg wouldn't have been bitten lame!" Someone spoke coldly.

“…I’d have his hide.” “Shame for you then that he’s mine now.” I curled my arm around Moon who was trembling even though he was trying to hide it. “Nobody touches him.” I was in a wood, trapped under a dome, in the empire of the Jungles, the most savage of the wolves…and I was making demands…? The possessive shadows that wound out of me and around Moon, however, at the threat to him, strengthened me, until I at last felt it…the true power of the Wolve Winner and

I extended my hand toward the distressed she-wolf, my fingers trembling with the weight of my newfound powers. The she-wolf recoiled at my touch, snarling with a ferocity that sent shivers down my spine. The room seemed to pulse with malevolent energy, and the possessed she-wolf lunged at me, teeth bared and claws extended. With a sudden burst of strength, I summoned my own powers. A shimmering, protective aura surrounded me, forming a barrier against the she-wolf's attack. We struggled, a battle of wills and abilities, as I attempted to reach the trapped soul beneath the possession.