Red Dog Novels & Stories

Rufus, the biggest and oldest of Mom’s dogs, jumps up at the back door, startling Scarlet a bit. Dean gets up to let him in. I’d already moved out and was overseas when she got him, but he’s the family dog to the rest of the family. Without thinking, Dean opens the glass doors, and all four dogs come barreling in. Most are friendly, but Rufus can be finicky with new people. He’s a German Shepherd mixed with a Malamute and is big and intimidating. Scarlet tenses, bringing her wine glass to her lips and taking a big sip. I slip off the stool and take a hold of his collar as he sniffs her.

Ricky, who had just sprung to attack me was now on the ground, whining in pain as another bigger wolf held it down with its teeth sunk into its neck. The new wolf had bright red fur and was almost double the size of Ricky, who had taken down two soldiers…and yet, I didn’t feel any fear. It’s eyes were gold with a ring of red around the iris, which was strange since all rogues had full red eyes. Then what made this wolf different? And why did I suddenly feel like I was being pulled towards it like a magnet. The red wolf let go of the brown and he took the chance to escape, but that news just registered as an afterthought as my entire focus was now on the red.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

His neck wasn’t covered by the leather armor, so one bite from the creature and he’d be gone. Jumping back onto his feet, Samoa quickly brandished his sword to his left without any hesitation. *Bang* Followed by a whelp of pain, the Red-nosed Dog which was trying to take advantage of the situation was sent flying towards Rash Tiger. It had a large cut on its side, and it was bleeding profusely. Seeing the creature flying towards him, Rash Tiger who had just crushed the head of a Middle Class Magical Beast, smiled coldly. He reached out for the dog which was looking at him fearfully and simply twisted its neck even before it could fall back onto the ground.

"I know you are in there, Naelis. I can feel you behind all that power." “Arrrwg!” The red wolf let out a low, menacing rumble, her claws digging deep into the dirt. She bared her teeth, her head tilting as she stared at the man who dared to stand in her way. She looked like she was a second away from tearing him apart.

I took one more photo, then retreated inside and locked the door behind me. G****e was not reassuring. I sat at the kitchen table, laptop open, .22 within arm's reach, and fell down a rabbit hole of wildlife identification pages. Gray wolf tracks averaged four to five inches. Red wolves, smaller. Coyotes, smaller still. The largest domestic dogs — Great Danes, Irish Wolfhounds — topped out around five inches, maybe five and a half. Six inches was off the charts. I scrolled through image after image, comparing them to the photos on my phone. The shape was right — four toes, claw marks, the distinctive triangular pad. But the size was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.

"Do you wanna know what's going on or nah?" I gathered my senses and puffed a loud breath before following his steps downstairs. My eyes widened when we reached the wide, big underground and my jaw dropped when I saw a huge cage in the corner with thick steel bars. It was like a giant's white cage and there was a huge, brown dog inside, bigger than the usual dogs. It looked like a Siberian husky but bigger, as in bigger... like a monster, no! more on like a freaking werewolf! I stepped background as the dog howled so loud.

I tsk him, which only further infuriates him. Another rogue wolf comes around the house and his fur is more of a reddish-brown color but just as mangey looking. I prepare myself for a double assault by rolling my shoulders a couple times as I bounce on the balls of my feet. The brown wolf starts to circle me, trying to get behind me while my attention is on the new arrival, but I try to keep them both in my sights.

Kye says and I can tell the others know nothing about it. "Who's Diablo?" Wren asks. "Red. My uncle's other dog that's not as sweet as Axel. He doesn't like people at all but he's a good sniffer," Kye says. The last time I saw Red, also known as old Diablo, was two years ago when Kye's uncle had lost one of his cows at his farm. Someone had stolen it and the look on Red's face when he spotted the thief and whatever he did to that man made me understand why they nicknamed him "Diablo", Spanish for "Devil". The dog is ruthless, Kye always says the dog is a psycho but he's perfectly normal if you ask me, kind of. He's a black pitbull that rarely wags its tail. Red eyes, pointy ears and a rude f

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.