Skull Dog Novels & Stories

As it got closer, Blake could see the creature more clearly. The body was that of an oversized dog, no more of a wolf, with its straight and seemingly sharp black hair. There was a skull in the shape of a dog in place of its head with no eye sockets or mouth to be seen but a crack along the center of the skull. The creature was moving its head from side to side, and then the center of the skull head opened. Within were what looked like red membranes, and a mighty sonic shriek was heard from the opening. It reminded Blake of a movie he once saw with a similar animal called a Shrieker.

’ were the only questions that played like a broken record in his brain. Only when Jordan walked towards the full length mirror, eyeing it with a scheming smirk on his face before driving his left fist into the face of his reflecting image, did Skull finally move towards him as he exclaimed, “Don!” A resonating laughter – which for the first time, didn't sound as empty and as hollow as it had sounded for years – filled Skull's ears as he continued to watch his boss. He was closer to him now but still at a safe distance to avoid any sudden attack.

It was said that, born in hell, the Three-Headed Hellhound had three heads and could spit flames. At this moment, the middle head of the dog opened its mouth, which was full of mucus, and spat out a flame toward Chu Xun. Chu Xun dodged it quickly, and he realized that it was not a flame but a stream of magma. Sizzle! White smoke billowed where the magma fell to. Chu Xun made a signet and performed the Formula of Kill! Boom! The attack landed on the dog and exploded. The dog collapsed on the ground, one of its heads burst open.

Sasha gives me back complete control. “Hello, Ari, or did Sasha not give you back control?” The one head in the middle talks. I’m too dumbfounded as I stare at the largest fucking three-headed dog I’ve ever seen. I mean, it’s the only one, but fuck, if I weren’t afraid of Cerberus, I’d think he was badass looking. Cerberus has dark greasy gray fair with streaks of black running through it. He’s massive, like the size of a dozen Dire wolves. His eyes aren’t just red; they are literally fire. His mouth is skeletal-like, and I can see every fucking sharp and long tooth individually. Black goo drips from his jaws. He’s menacing, and I don't want to fight him.

Wh-what kind of monster was Nicole? "My dog's picky. He only eats legs, and they've got to be fresh." Cola dropped into an attack stance, chest muscles bunching tight, lips peeled back as killing intent radiated off him. He barked, as if saying, "That's right. I like legs only, the kind that's fresh and bleeding. Got a problem? Come try me!" The group froze. This vicious dog was raised on human flesh?

It is something bad, isn't it? She nodded her head. "Donovan is planning to kidnap you, force a delivery, sell your pups to other creatures, then force a mark on you that will change you into a vampire." I felt the rumble of Skull's growl before I head it. It was filled with rage and pain and fear! It broke my heart to hear the emotions in his howl. Who could blame him for not being able to control himself? He was told that some deranged psychopath blood sucker was going to take his mate and pups by force, then put their lives at risk and that he had to let it happen!

Before turning to walk into the study with Damon. His study was full of dark artifacts; one artifact in particular grabbing my attention. It was a witches skull which laid on his desk decoratively holding some of my favorite flowers, Odessa Calla Lillie’s. A witches skull had large eyes sockets, with long points on their chin and their foreheads. It’s almost as if it’s meant to reassemble the crescent moon. I picked at the petals sprouting from the eye sockets of the skull as Damon spoke not really hearing a word he said until he turned and said “Elena? Are you listening?!”

When we enter the clubhouse; Remi has my mother dancing to some rap song about twerking. They're laughing and having a good time. All of a sudden Remi squeals so loud everyone in the room watches as she runs towards the door. "Ohmygod! Skullz!" Skullz, the son of one of the original seven hellhounds; catches her as she jumps in his arms. "Hey, Ladybug. Longtime no see." Remi hugs him then climbs down.

I asked confused. “The big doggie you were playing with…” he said sarcastically. “Epicyon Haydeni.” He shoved his phone in my face, making me flinch. On it were search images of hideous dangerously looking predators. My wolf doesn’t look like that. I thought defensively, while handing him his phone. My wolf. “The Epicyon Haydeni also known as Hayden’s bone crushing dog, was a prehistoric creature that measured up to eight to ten feet in length, and stood up to three feet tall at the shoulder. They weighed up to 370lbs.” He read out loud.

The cracking sound of his bones was unimaginable. Most of us throw up the second his skin stretches out and tightens over as though he begins to form something beyond normal. Right after the stretching of his skin, his two ears became pointed. His men's expressions remained calm upon seeing Vlamdimir's entire face pushed forward and split away as a snout form as if they already expected the unimaginable transformation. There, right in front of our eyes, was a terrifying dog-like monster with sharp claws and elongated fangs. I was fond of playing with puppies when I was little but this one above us was a monster.