Short Stories Dogs Novels & Stories

Frightened, Miya scrèamed, dropped all the bags of presents, and ran. She was soon surrounded by the big and unfriendly dogs, all barking at her. She was almost in tears. Seeing how scared Miya was, Xenon finally shouted at the dogs. "Tod, sit down." The leading Tibetan Mastiff sat down, and the rest followed. Miya heaved a sigh of relief. "Come over," Xenon shouted, and all the dogs went to him, wagging their tails happily. Jameson stood by the door, smoking and watching, one hand in his pocket, looking rather

"Stay out of it. Didn't you hear what Mr. Nabb said? This woman must know them. "Besides, that dog belongs to Ms. White. It should be fine." "But… she's losing a lot of blood…" The kind-hearted guard still looked uneasy. His face grew increasingly tense as he watched the pool of blood spreading beneath me. Peter merely glanced down and scoffed. "She's faking it. Everyone knows there are big dogs in this neighborhood. A real pregnant woman wouldn't be wandering around here." His words sent shockwaves through me, and my mind couldn't stay calm. Hunter was the one who introduced me to this place.

“Relatives of Marcos Smith, the first victim of the vampire infestation in the city after the attack by the Supreme Wolf, are prevented from burying their loved one by the national threat. 'That's what happens when they try to share our world with wild animals, they kill. thinks that a piece of paper serves as a collar for these dogs. They have their own laws' says Agatha, Marcos' mother, blaming the wolves for spreading vampires in the cities" "Dogs have a habit of digging holes, it's not uncommon for one of them to destroy an anthill and then turn away leaving a population at the mercy of life. It's not important to them because it doesn't interfere with their lives, it's insignificant com

The flash of light and color that passed me by as I kicked over rocks and looked for frogs. “No kids, but he has some beautiful big dogs. One of them just had puppies. He said you can play with them if you want. If you’re not scared of dogs.” She paused. “Are you?” The dogs I’d met before. The mutt I fed half a doughnut to while I waited outside the post office one calm afternoon out on the high street. Black and scrawny with a dry, pink tongue. The white terrier behind the black gate at the end of the road, barking insanity at any car that went by. I knew its voice so well I was surprised when I finally saw how small it was. How filthy and sad and somehow pitiful. And those two German Sheph

Each dog has its own trainer especially for rare dogs hunters such as Hound dog, Siberian husky, Rottweiler, wolf-dog hybrids, Doberman pinscher and pit bull terriers. Joshua was about to enter their mansion when he heard a very beautiful voice and he immediately followed it. and when he plucked the thick and gigantic leaves of the plants, A woman sang a very beautiful song he saw. Joshua stopped because he remembered something the woman was singing. "Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight. Creep into thy bed,

A loud scream escaped her lips as she stumbled back towards me, her eyes wide with shock. I frowned at her unexpected reaction. Clearly, this wasn't what I was anticipating. "What is this?!" she exclaimed, seeking refuge behind me as the dogs approached, their tails wagging eagerly. "A dog" I replied, looking back at her without turning around. "Ah! Go away! Shoo! Shoo!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, panic evident in her voice, as the Rottweiler and Doberman drew nearer, excited by her presence. "Baby, they won't hurt you," I reassured her, leaning back slightly as she clung to me, her grip tight on my shoulder.

I freeze. “Uh… dogs?” I ask. “Yes! Big dogs. Small dogs. A Chihuahua! Please?” Carmen pleads and gives me a look like I’m denying her oxygen. “No dogs. They bite. They’re dangerous,” Connor huffs. “Only to bad people,” I quip. Carmen laughs like I just delivered the funniest joke in history. Connor scowls, clearly unimpressed. Maddie groans. “Logan, don’t …” she begins, but I’ve already surrendered.

Even they knew not to bite the hand that fed them, not too hard anyway. "They are lovely animals," Ishaq said without thinking, feeling too at ease around his master to feel fear. "The dogs where I used to live were mostly feral. Their job was to reduce rats and other vermin, but of course they also became quite territorial. I was chased on more than one occasion." Am-Heh gave a sound that seemed remarkably like a chuckle, giving Ishaq a small lift of confidence. "May I speak more candidly, great one?"

“Where was I again? Ah. Right…” The story. “It was about a dog,” I said lazily. “A small, greedy thing… well respected among the others. The leader of its pack. It had everything it should have, everything at its level, anyway.” A rogue lunged from my left. I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisting, bone snapping under my grip like dry wood. Before he could scream, I drove him into the ground, the impact cracking beneath us as a wild grin stretched across my lips.

She asked. ‘Nothing. I just miss you!!!!’ Mina screamed once more. Patrice frowned at the loudness of her voice. “You don’t have to shout Mina.” She said. “I miss you too!” She replied sweetly. She heard Mina chuckle from the other line. ‘You know what? Female dog has been really terror today when she arrived from school. It was like she wanted to flip the table if she could.’ Mina reported. Patrice chuckled. She loves how Mina call Jillian Female Dog. “Oh. Is she barking?” She teased as she laughed.