Pups Save Ghost Novels & Stories

After finally calming Aria Vale down, Damian didn’t give her a chance to react. Without warning, he swept her into his arms and strode down the hillside. If she kept crying like that, he was convinced she’d drown the whole mountain. Ghost—the massive Tibetan Mastiff—wobbled after them, ready to follow. But Damian let out a sharp whistle, a single commanding note that echoed through the trees. Ghost halted instantly. The enormous dog dropped to the ground with a pitiful whimper, snowy fur drooping as he hung his giant head in miserable abandonment.

For seconds, all of us didn’t move, confused and shocked at what happened. “What’s that?” I asked, dumbfounded at what I saw. Purple, the rogue wolf pup that Diana and Devon named, ran towards us with soft eyes and floppy ears. It wagged its tail playfully, heading to Diana with gentle barks as if wanting to be praised for what it did after protecting the twins. “Awww,” Diana jumped out of me and then scooped the pup in her arms with a huge and proud smile on her face. “See? She just wants to help, Mom, Dad. She saved me and Devon!”

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

Can you do that? The pup nods quickly and Lucifron sets it down. When he becomes visible again, everyone grabs her to protect her. - They are transparent. – the pup says. – they will grab us and help us escape unseen. Everyone looks around and the dragons, one by one, pick up one of the prisoners. And one by one, their saviors come and become invisible. Lucifron picks up the pup again and another one who seems to be her brother, and with one in each arm, he goes out into the street.

By then, I couldn’t help but want to walk over just a little closer and look at her more clearly. However, suddenly, a soft, small pup hugged my leg. “Alpha, do you know where the candy is? I want candy.” I lowered my head to find a smaller version of Clary. Her eyes were round and bright, like purple grapes soaked in clear water. Even though I had never seen her before, the moment I caught the scent of the pup, my pupils shrank, my heartbeat quickened, and an instinctive familiarity surged through me. A strong protective instinct rose in me. My chest ached unbearably.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

My father, still in wolf form, was breathing heavily as blood pooled out of his wound. Another wolf came through the door, poised to attack. He was momentarily stunned, looking over the dead bodies in the entryway. He howled fiercely, setting his eyes on me. He leaped in the air but was met by an invisible force that smacked him back to the floor. Ghost’s jaws clamped on the wolf’s neck and tore out its throat. I stayed still, guarding my father as the dead bodies piled up around us. As if signaling the arrival of a cavalry, menacing howls invaded the vast yard, jumping on any unmatched wolf. The rest of my father’s men were here.

"I suppose we have my dear sister and her three short-lived pups to thank for this." My knees finally gave out, and I crumpled to the ground. My ears were ringing, the world spinning around me. For a few seconds, darkness threatened to swallow me whole. My three pups were not lost because my body was weak. They were murdered, sacrificed while they still breathed, by their own father for his lover.

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal