Shining Through The Apocalypse With My Bulldog Novels & Stories

I looked up just in time to see Apollo facing the deranged beast alone. "Lookout," I yelled as its tail snapped out from behind him again, trying to hit Apollo. He ducked it just in time before digging the top of his blade into the beast's torso and ripping it across its stomach. Everything spilled out, blood and guts hanging from its abdomen. But the beast wasn't done. With a quick swipe of its claw, it's made contact with Apollo. He yelled as it sliced its claws across his chest. "Apollo," I screamed as tears poured down my face. The beast let out another cry as it collapsed to its knees. Apollo used the rest of his strength to ram his sword into the beast's chest. It didn't even cry as it

“Don’t you have a little self-confidence? Maybe you made it to the good place.” Willz shrugged, a cynical smile on his face. “Well, I dunno. I’ve done a lot of things and seen so much crazy stuff that wouldn’t happen in your wildest dreams. Hell might be a fitting retrospective.” “Well,” Amy shot back, “I’ve seen worse.”

Kara's body? The hospital called asking. We need to start thinking of making arrangements for her." Atlas spun around and threw his bottle of whiskey at his beta, then started yelling at him. "We aren't going to do anything! They are both gone! There is no use, nothing can bring them both back!" Atlas screamed. As soon as he threw the bottle, Apollo came forward and shifted and jumped out the bedroom window and ran out into the forest. Atlas didn't care anymore. He let Apollo take control and do what he wanted. First, Apollo killed a dear but didn't eat it. He ripped it apart and took off again. Apollo wanted blood. He was bloodthirsty. He kept running till he came up to a stream and there

Chapter nine. We jerk away as soon as the hungry-looking creature leap from the Van. It's strange seeing an infected animal, so fierce and brutal. The four feet hairy dog with scars all over its body steps forward, its left eye is missing while the right bloodshot eyes stared at me in rage. Its teeth appear to be disorderly arranged, but looks sharp and deadly. The devilish giant Pitbull growls angrily like it's about to tear something apart, with its sticky liquid dropping from its mouth. I raise my gun slowly then it leans backwards, and slightly bending its thin legs, ready to charge.

"You mutts! Bite him to death! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!" At first, they took it. Then the hits got harder. They still wouldn't come near me—but now they showed their teeth at him. One crunch—the arm-thick stick snapped in half. The biggest dog rumbled low, ready to flip on him. Bella had never seen anything like this. The lion she'd taken from the zoo had only moved because it was drugged. If these animals really lost it, she'd die before the first zombie even showed. She slipped into Dylan's arms, acting calm. "The apocalypse is coming anyway. Even if we don't kill Jaime, he won't last. But your dogs don't look right. Let's go back. We can watch tomorrow."

The reinforced steel gate opened slowly. Years of dust and weather groaned through its heavy hinges as sunlight spilled across the concrete courtyard beyond. No one lowered their weapons immediately. Neither side trusted easily anymore. That was what almost three years of the apocalypse had taught everyone. Natasha remained where she was, her heartbeat had finally begun to settle, but her thoughts had not. The image of the Night Hunter being thrown backward replayed over and over inside her mind. It's not as if she touched or fired at it. She hadn't even raised her hand, yet something inside her responded.

After I was done, I quickly returned to my hostel to open up my box of bottled water. This was the big surprise I prepared for everyone. I wanted to see if they could survive the apocalypse with whatever was in the box, which was more than twenty bottles of hot sauce.

She said out loud. Demon. There’s your first clue. Anything labeled that is evil, especially when they are planning the damn apocalypse. Than doesn’t that make you evil too? “Tssk. NO! I am not.” Ally exlamed. I am not evil and I am not staying here! She found her shoes by the bed and shoved her feet in to them. Briskly she made her way to the door threw it open and ran right into what she could only think of as a body guard.

I put a house key on my key ring, and I’m impressed he didn’t lose the keys while we were running for our lives. “Hey, Callie,” Melinda says through gritted teeth. “It’s been a while. You look good.” “It has been a while, and thanks. You look, well, terrible.” She laughs, wincing in pain. “I know.” Her eyes go from me to Lucas. “So, what the fuck is worse than that wendigo? Is the apocalypse starting or something?” Lucas unlocks the front door and opens it wide. “Or something.” “You’re serious?” Melinda huffs as Easton helps her forward. Two hunters go in, flashlights on and guns raised.

Our Alpha can be pretty cool. "With the moon goddess forever by your side, you can open your eyes" the cheesy phrase is said, and we do. I do. I get hit with sandalwood and pine so fucking hard it makes me dizzy. My wolf is whining and making my nerves flood my system. My eyes roam the crowd of people, and then in the corner of my eye, I see, I feel Axton staring at me. I turn my head slightly, and my wolf howls. MATE!