Shark Puppy Novels & Stories

I marvelled at these beautiful puppies, my heart beating fast with joy. I felt a connection as soon as I saw them. There were four little puppies, they must have been almost newborns, huddled together for protection from the cold. One of them was jet black, one was light brown and the other two were brownish red. They were beautiful, I held the black one in my arms and cradled him. He looked at me with bright eyes. “Where did these boys come from?” Seth asked, surveying the people outside.

She chuckles, putting down the beige one and picking up a smaller, puffier, white one but with little dark spots. "This one here is named Bismuth. She's just a puppy and sweeter then sugar. She doesn't bite and likes about everyone." She scratches her tiny head as the puppy yips playfully but restfully. I start to breath faster as she brings the animal closer to me, its little tongue outside of it's mouth. I can't seem to move as Jasmine gives me a confused face. "You alright there?" "Um, yeah, I just don't think it'll like me."

"EMOTIONAL SUPPORT, Ethan." The third puppy is mostly black with tan markings on its face. The fourth is golden, like its mother, with paws that seem too big for its body. The fifth is a mix of colors—brown and white and a streak of something darker along its spine. The sixth is the smallest of the healthy ones, a pale cream color that catches the morning light. And then there's the first one. The fighter.

The females hesitate at the edge, gingerly dipping their paws into the water and yipping among each other. The pups can all swim, but they’re still small, reckless, and rambunctious. Auggie, who’s made of more daring than muscle, makes an instant break for it, sailing the current almost past the sharp bend downstream before my wolf can bound through the water to fetch him back. Meanwhile, back by shore, Bowen slips on a slick stone and stages a dramatic slow-motion drowning in the five-inch shallows like a turtle stuck on his back.

“Understood?” “Yes, sir,” the guards responded in unison. His eyes flicked back to me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the anger or the control he wielded so effortlessly. Instead, I focused on my new companion. The puppy was a mixture of cream and light brown, with a soft patch of black fur near one ear. His eyes, big and round, seemed to hold a curiosity about the world that made me want to protect him from everything—even from Aiden.

she spluttered. His grin was accompanied by a twinkle of amusement in his brown eyes. "No worries, Jessi. I'll be finished with your gate soon." As he turned to climb the ladder again, there was a small yipping sound from around the hedge. Curious, Jessi moved closer. In a small grey plastic corral made of some kind of toddler barrier, a brown and white puppy with long floppy ears looked up at Jessi, tail wagging furiously.

“Tongo said it was very beautiful on the reefs behind the cape. The fish are multi-colored. - Yeah. And full of sharks,” she snorts and reaches for a tube of cream. A shark dressed as a clown with the face of Darling Charlie... A nightmare. She barely has time to pull the phone out from under the absurdly large paw of the dog, which has come to her call and is now climbing to cuddle. Blue light.

After a minute or two when I am already flipping the channels on TV, she yells. "Snoooow!" Is it snowing? I look out the window but I can't see anything and when I turn my eyes to Scott and mom's line of sight I scream in joy. A cute little west highland, white terrier is running towards us from the kitchen and jumps onto my mom's arms. "Such a cute little thing. Kyrah, Scott, meet Snow," she hands him to me and I squeak in joy. "Is it a boy or a girl?" I ask with a huge grin on my face as the puppy licks my face.

I smiled and clapped my hands. Two maids came with two baskets. “Arnold, Austin, you both were asking for a playmate since your birthday, here’s your gift.” Xavier said and the maids gave our sons their baskets. They looked inside the basket with clueless faces but gasped when they found two cute puppies inside. “A puppy! Mom, he is a German Shephard.” Arnold exclaimed and picked out the black furry puppy. “A golden retriever just like I wished.” Austin smiled widely. “You both have your own favourite puppies but you have to take care of them.” Xavier said to his sons and they listened to him obediently.

the prime minister shouted again so the sentinels moved closer. I suddenly backed away when I heard what seemed to be the sound of a dislocated bone and Sushi was gradually growing. I felt scared because of his sudden growth. His body was smoking as if they were red from the lungs. Sushi was as tall as me and had long jet black fur. He doesn't look like a puppy anymore, but a fully grown big wolf—he looks like a monster to me now with those gold eyes and large fangs. Thee shall not hurt my own mistress, thee shall meet it's death...