Skull Dog Novels & Stories

“Here’s your killer, Chief. Look at this fucker! Goddamn monster!” He jangled the dog’s body at us as he talked. It looked like a German Shepherd. Maybe a mix with something else. It was big but still had to be a quarter of the size of what I’d seen by the Skoger place. “Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.”

If he had just reacted a little slower, the consequences could not be imagined. The mad dog did not let them go, and continued to pounce on Tang Tang in his arms. Qin Haodong was completely enraged, so he punched fiercely on the dog's forehead. This angry punch directly smashed the rottweiler's skull. It howled, and then blood oozed from it's eyes, nose and mouth. He fell to the ground motionless. Qin Haodong stroked the little fellow's head and asked with concern, "Tang Tang, are you frightened?"

I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground. Hex was typically a small man who looks harmless, but he was a special breed of puca. He could shapeshift into anything, and my personal favorite was the wendigo; An eight feet tall creature, if his back weren’t hunched he would hit the ceiling of the garage, he had nothing but bones and flesh with patches of black and brown fur here and there, horns like a woodland animal, his face was skeletal, and if he weren’t too busy eating the humans, I would have almost called him cute.

Shobek was holding its upper and lower jaw to keep it from tearing out his throat. A glow started to form at Shobek's hands and the gator-dog...thing, started howling in pain. It reared back but Shobek held on, forcing it to hover over him again. Its lower jaw was caught in Shobeks grip and was slowly forced open. A tearing sound was followed by a screech as Shobek flung the lower jaw haphazardly to the side; finally letting the creature go. It cowered back and tried to run for the portal but its body gave and it collapsed, whimpering and whining as it bled out. Shobek stood back up and walked towards the creature, he cocked his head like an animal before putting his foot on the thing's neck

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

Cassian growled against my mouth, his breathing turning ragged as he picked up his pace, driving into my depths with unfiltered power. "YOU!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, completely surrendering my body, my mind, and my future to his control. "I BELONG TO YOU! I was born to be your dog!" Without slowing his relentless rhythm, Cassian buried his face into the crook of my neck. He opened his mouth and bit down sharply on the sensitive skin right above my collarbone. He sank his teeth deep into my flesh on the left side, making me cry out in a mix of sharp pain and blinding arousal, before shifting to the right side and biting down just as hard. He held the bite until he felt the skin brui

He finally opened his eyes and wagged his tail. He was not a beautiful dog. He was a scrawny white hound mix. He was born with a strange crook in his tail that, as he had gotten older, made him look like his tail was short with a ball of fur at the end. When he was just a couple of years old, he injured his ear, which, upon healing, became wrinkled and shorter than the other ear. Nevertheless, what he lacked in looks, he made up for in personality and love.

The safe house was in an old building in lower Manhattan. My fingerprint opened the lock. Damon was sitting on the sofa. Unexpectedly, he was really injured. His left shoulder wrapped in a makeshift bandage. Blood was already soaking through the white gauze. "Who was it this time?" I asked, pulling out the medical kit. "Some punk from the Kozlov family," he grunted. "Thought he could make a move on my turf." I cut away his shirt.

He wasn't able to protect her, to save her. He deserves to die. " Nooooooo!!!!" Volkan screams. Struggling to move forward. When a bloodhound leaps on him. Pinning him under. His dark red eyes, looking at Volkan with hunger. And he snarls to root his canines into Volkan's neck. When two dagger whooshed past, cutting the air. With the first hitting Elora's shoulder and the other hits the bloodhounds back. Making Elora to curse, holding her bloody arm while the bloodhound to roll over.

She aims for the legendary creature's weaknesses. With an agile movement, the girl lunges towards one of the dog's heads, her sword shining brightly. The battle is brutal. The dog's heads snarl and bite, its claws extend in desperate attempts to reach the two fighters. Shandra and Julian skillfully dodge, fighting with all their might to defeat the Gatekeeper of Hell. At the height of the battle, Shandra spots an opening in the Three-Headed Dog's defense. With a determined charge, she manages to penetrate the creature's guard and deliver a precise blow to one of its heads.