Red Dog Novels & Stories

Allona's POV: My sensitive senses are filled with the thunderous howls of my pack. Their mighty hooves send a reverberating echo, a testament of their fight for dominance and ferocity. The fog is kind of thick tonight but it doesn't matter to us. The Redwood Pack's vision is the sharpest among most of the Packs around and I know for a fact that mine is the best. I can sense that my Dad is just a few meters ahead of me with my Mom. I can smell my brother's scent nearby as well. I didn't know anyone yet who can beat my Dad in speed in his wolf form, that's how amazing he simply is.

It seems that he can smell his boss. When they reached the gate of the garden, Chelsea noticed that Blaze wasn’t tied up in his dog house, so she let Red go in first to calm her pet dog. "Hey, boy!" Red happily greeted Blaze which made the dog excitedly wag his tail. It barked and barked and reached for Red. "Hey demon, grab him, he might bite me!" Chelsea ordered Red in fear. "He doesn't eat fatty foods. You're high in cholesterol." Red laughed. Chelsea immediately walks closer to Red and hit him.

Still distant. Still broken. I curl up in the dirt, unable to stand. Barely able to breathe. I can’t even bring myself to care where I am. I just want to lie here and scream until the grief stops choking me. If wolves could cry tears, I’d be sobbing hard enough to flood the forest floor. Instead, I just whine and howl between gasping pants. My chest aches like someone’s clawed it open and ripped out my lungs. That’s probably why I don’t even flinch when a red wolf with white-socked paws pads quietly toward me.

“Good, I don't have any intentions of stopping them if the need arises. Tell me their names and also which of them is the strongest?” Roland blew his whistle for the dogs to return back to him and they did in a minute. He pointed his finger to the German shepherd, “This is Red,” he pointed to one of the pitbulls. “That's Bruno and the other is Rogue Rax..” he smiled. “RR for short..” “The strongest?” Ava inquired. “That would be Red. She's agile, alert and protective while RR comes second. He has a sharp bite force. I learnt he bit someone months back and left the person's hand less useful..”

Rhoda says, kissing Carina on her checks. "What are you doing with that trap, honey?" " Rhoda asks Rudolf as she looks at the tiny trap her husband has set up near the dog house."Very progressive pet shop, Honey! Rhoda notices the rambunctious puppies inside the cage. "The puppies are so cute, my baby!" Can you make them out? -aw -aw! D-o-g -dog -aw -aw! ”

I jump up and open my mouth to yell at her, but as always, another surprise awaits me. Though I have never seen Allison in her wolf form before, I know the one gnashing teeth at me isn't her. How you may ask? Simple, only rogues have blood-red eyes and an excessive amount of drool around their mouths. To make matters worse, because I'm so lucky, this one looks pretty rough, and I can see foam around the muzzle. Oh great, not just a wild wolf but a fucking wild wolf with damn rabies. "God, fucking damn it, you're the last thing that should be getting in my way. Get out of here; you have no business being here," I groan in pure annoyance. It'd be better if this wolf left me the fuck alone; I'm

Linux raised a glass to Sahara. Sahara was overjoyed, but she still stayed calm on the surface, and she inquired after the well being of him and his pets. Linux had brought a big yellow dog over. His dog was very well groomed, and with Pourl's collar on its neck, it looked low key luxurious. At this time, he was lying silently at Linux's feet and dozing quietly. "Wow, this Akita dog is so beautiful. Looking at its coat and appearance, it must be the offspring of a rare dog breed." Sahara praised the dog enthusiastically.

she walks over to her bed and sits down yoga style and rests her elbows on her legs. "Mmm I would have to say their eyes, I've never seen Rogues with blood Red eyes before and also the fact that they knew how to have an organized attack, normally they're disorganized and generally don't travel or attack in packs so that's something different and all of their wolves had different colours so I know it was not a family attack"

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.

My wolf complained. 𝑁𝑜, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑅𝑒𝑑. 𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑡. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡. I told Red. Red is the name of my wolf.